I didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Sloth had been sprawled out like he owned the damn couch, his hood slipping off one shoulder, lazy eyes half-shut, mouth barely bothering to close. Three days of that s**t, and it was a goddamn disgrace.
“Get up.” My voice snapped through the stale air, sharp enough to cut glass.
He shifted, slow and lazy like a cat that didn’t give a damn if I was pissed or not. “Mmm. Why?” he drawled, dragging every syllable like it was some damn invitation to test me.
Because he was rotting in this dump, and I was the only one who was gonna f**k that lethargy out of him.
I didn’t ask again. I grabbed him by the collar, yanked him upright. His head lolled back against my chest, and I felt the faint pulse of his lazy heartbeat, steady and slow.
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