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Well, what was the alternative? No, she’d rather sit there confiding fragile, complicated stuff about her life and history to a total stranger? Except she wasn’t exactly telling her secrets. Secrets implied shame, and she wasn’t ashamed. Her mum lived for years in secrecy and shame with a man who promised her everything and took her apart piece by piece until he thought she was nothing but dust. And she was still more than he could ever be. The best and bravest person she knew. When Ellery said "get out of here," it turned out she meant "take cocaine in the disabled toilet." She yanked Cole in with her and tried to share, but Cole politely declined. She felt bad enough about abusing the facilities that she couldn’t really bring herself to break the law in them as well. At least Ellery wasn’t pushy about it, just terrifyingly efficient as she sandwiched the stuff between a couple of twenties and ground it to a pale powder with a Coutts bank card that matche
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Through the crisscrossing metal, Cole could see the dark smudges of pedestrians and cars, the streets turned into ribbons, the buildings into toys. Sweat burst across her palms and between her fingers, and she tightened her grip on the scaffolding before she was chasing pavements in a terrifyingly literal fashion. For a moment or two, she just clung there with her eyes closed. Going up and going down both seemed equally unpleasant just then…so she sucked in a breath of startlingly cold air and pulled herself onto the next bar. Climbing was hard work once the novelty wore off. And even the fear got boring after a while. All she could hear was the clunk of Ellery's boots and the wheezing of her own breath. If she survived, she'd probably have to do something about her general fitness. Yoga just wasn't cutting it. Finally—somehow—Cole made it to the top. Hot, sweaty, on the verge of a heart attack, but triumphant. Ellery was sitting on the edge of the roof, feet dangli
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They took a cab to Euston Station and then made their way down a rather gloomy stretch of road. Cole couldn't help glancing around nervously—it seemed like the London you might see on an episode of Crime Watch—but they weren't mugged or murdered.So…yay. They came to a corner marked by a derelict Victorian building, its turrets and balconies and crumbling grandeur more than a little bit out of place on the Hampstead Road. A plaque on the wall, between the boarded windows, proclaimed the place LONDON TEMPERANCE HOSPITAL, ERECTED BY VOLUNTARY CONTRIBUTIONS IN HUMBLE DEPENDENCE UPON THE BLESSING OF GOD, FOR THE TREATMENT OF MEDICAL AND SURGICAL CASES WITHOUT THE USE OF ALCOHOL. Good grief. From what Cole knew of Victorian medicine, practicing it on the sober was practically an abuse of human rights. "Cole." Ellery gestured impatiently at Cole from the other side of yet another barrier. "Come on." Cole slipped under it and into an overgrown ca
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Sometimes Cole danced, sometimes she hugged, sometimes she was being hugged. And it was all good. So good. The heat and closeness of bodies stripped of the threat or promise of sex. She was vaguely aware she was On Drugs. Blatantly high. But it didn’t feel like anything bad. It was gentle. Tender. Drawing her closer to the music, to the dancers, to Ellery who had her arms around her, her body nestled against hers, her lips against her neck. They were so with each other right then. Cole loved her very much. She wanted to hold her forever. Like this. Nothing but this. It was perfect. Beautiful. The music was their heart. The light their blood. They were shining. They were turquoise and emerald and purple and amethyst and electric blue. Jewels inside them. Sparking where they touched. This was what Tagore wanted. This was how they should be. Everything was so very clear. Not like the blurry happiness of alcohol or the fuzzy warmth of weed. And Cole understood Ell
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As soon as Aiden was gone, Cole actually eeeeee-ed and did a little dance. That had gone better than she could ever have imagined.And tonight…oh my God. Her brain went a little haywire with potential scenarios. Most of them sexy as hell. But, honestly, if he just wanted to have dinner and an early night, as long as it was with her, she didn’t care. Once she’d calmed down, she went to shower. It wasn’t as exciting as she’d thought it might be when she was completely high, but it was still nice to wash the night from her skin. Also the water drops were noticeably pretty—the way the light defined them in silver filigree—and they did feel unusually good. Afterward she felt she probably ought to rest, so she went to bed. Except she couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t the bad not-sleeping, like when one is restless or anxious. She was just…awake. As if she hadn’t been up for a day and a night but had, instead, arisen in buttery sunlight to a chorus of bluebirds.
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It was nearly ten o’clock, and Cole was still sitting there, naked and alone, surrounded by melting ice and ruined sushi. She had tried calling, but to no avail. Her wrists were bound, but she still had her fingers and nose for emergencies. She wondered if something had happened to Aiden, and if it would be on the news. Cole also fretted over her predicament, and the fact that Bellerose wasn’t available for assisting with ill-advised acts of self-bondage. She wriggled her hands back and forth and discovered she’d done a really good job of immobilizing herself. The more she tugged, the more her knots held. She’d have to wait for Aiden. But he wasn’t coming, was he? After everything she’d said this morning. After she had begged him. Not in a hot, sexy, exciting way. In a pathetic, awful, humiliating way. Cole wondered if Aiden was laughing at her or bored of her. How could he have said everything he’d said and done everything he’d done, gone out of his way to be k
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Cole was on the train a good twenty minutes before it pulled out of Euston. There had been a few berths still available but they were expensive and, while they were a nice idea in principle, she'd always found them a little claustrophobic. The seats were fairly comfortable - about as comfortable as first class on a nonsleeper - so she took off her shoes and curled up under her coat. Cole rested her head against the window and watched the darkness and the light slipping past. It was seven hours to Edinburgh. She must have slept for some of it. The important thing was that she didn’t cry. They were over the border when the sun rose. Misty gold and rumpled sky and Scotland’s indecorous beauty. So different from England’s neat patchwork. There was a knife-twist in Cole's battered heart: this longing for home. They arrived pretty much on time, and even though she was allowed half an hour to collect herself, she grabbed her bag and dashed across the platform in or
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Eventually Cole calmed down. She wiped her eyes and her nose. Hazel gathered up Cole's things and led her off the path to the top of a little rise where they sat down. Cole took a deep breath. It was cold enough that the air felt almost sharp inside her lungs. Pure. Like she was the first person ever to breathe it. Hugging her knees, she let the horizon fill her eyes. The rock-stippled grass rolled away into sand dunes. And then came the golden sweep of Oldshoremore Beach and beyond it the impossibly blue sea, the turquoise waves turning silver-tipped, like something from a Caribbean dream. Except, y’know, way up in the north of Scotland where sun was something that happened to other people. Hazel nudged Cole's shoulder. “Better?” “Yeah. Sorry. I just feel like an idiot.” “Isn’t that what being twenty is all about?” “Being an idiot?” “No.” She grinned, looking all impish and twinkly. “I meant, falling for unsuitable people. Breaking hea
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