Chapter 8

Lila's POV

I’m sitting on James’s bed, legs crossed, the faint hum of the shower filling the room. The sheets are soft beneath me, a little rumpled from earlier when we’d tumbled onto them, laughing. Now, though, it’s just me, alone with my thoughts, and the wild reality of what I’m pulling off. I’m Lila, tucked snugly into Emma’s body, wearing her clothes, her scent, her everything, and James has no idea. He thinks I’m his sweet, familiar Emma. The thrill of it buzzes under my skin like electricity.

“Em, can you grab me a towel?” James’s voice echoes from the bathroom, casual but loud enough to cut through the water’s patter.

I blink, caught off guard for a second. “Uh, where are they?” I call back, keeping my tone light, like Emma would.

He laughs, a little muffled. “Don’t you remember? Top shelf, linen closet, just outside the door.”

Right. Of course Emma would know that. I hop off the bed, padding barefoot across the hardwood floor, and find the closet exactly where he said. The towels are neatly stacked, and I grab a fluffy blue one, feeling a tiny rush of satisfaction at playing the part so well. I toss it through the cracked bathroom door, hearing a “Thanks, babe!” before I retreat to the bed, settling back onto the edge.

The shower keeps running, and for the first time since I slipped into this body, I’ve got a moment to myself. A moment to explore. My hands drift to the hem of Emma’s t-shirt, lifting it slightly. Underneath, her bra’s been digging into my ribs, too tight for comfort. Screw it. I reach behind, unclasp it, and shimmy it off, letting it drop to the floor. Instantly, her, no, Cindy’s, breasts spill free under the shirt, heavy and unrestrained. They flop slightly, and I’m not used to the weight, the way they shift with every breath. Damn, Emma’s got a nice rack. Or, wait, Cindy does. James is right, it’s a nightmare keeping track of these swaps.

Curious, I cup them through the fabric, feeling the soft give, the firmness beneath. The nipples perk up under my touch, sensitive and pronounced. Nice. Really nice. But there’s more to see. I glance toward the bathroom door, still hearing the water, and decide to keep going. I tug down Emma’s jeans and panties, kicking them aside, and take a good look at her pussy. It’s different from mine, more of an outie, the lips fuller, less tucked in than my own cute little setup. It’s not as delicate, maybe, but it’s got its own charm. I run a finger along it, just testing, and note the smoothness, the lack of hair. She keeps it neat. The rest of her, though, hips narrow, butt flat, feels a bit plain without those standout tits. Her face, though, that’s the real winner.

I stand, crossing to the full-length mirror by his dresser, and study Emma’s reflection. Wow. She’s cute. Big eyes, soft cheeks, a little button nose. No wonder James is smitten. I tilt my head, mimicking one of her shy smiles, and it’s uncanny how natural it feels.

The buzz of an electric razor starts up in the bathroom. He’s shaving now, which means I’ve got time. I slip her jeans back on, leaving the panties off for the hell of it, and decide to explore. Slipping out of his room, I pad down the hall, the house quiet except for a low murmur coming from Cindy’s room. I pause outside her door, ear cocked. Her boyfriend’s over, and he’s mid-pitch.

“Come on, Cin, it’s been forever,” he’s saying, voice low and coaxing. “You know you want to.”

“No, Mark, I don’t,” Cindy snaps back, sharp but tired. “You’re a damn sex addict. Get help.”

I stifle a laugh. Juicy stuff. He mutters something defensive, but I don’t stick around to hear it. Last thing I need is Cindy catching me eavesdropping. I’m halfway back to James’s room when I nearly collide with Stacy, his Mom, rounding the corner.

“Uh, Hi?” she says, no recognition in her eyes. Oh, right. To her, I’m Lila, not Emma.

Panic flares, but I’ve got this. I flick the ring on my finger, the artifact humming to life, and push a quick command into her mind: You think I’m Emma tonight. Her expression softens, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Oh, hey, Em,” she says, brighter now. “Didn’t see you there.”

“Hi, Stacy,” I reply, mimicking Emma’s warmth. “Just heading back to James.”

She nods and moves on, none the wiser. I let out a breath, grinning to myself as I slip back into his room. Perfect timing, James steps out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair damp and tousled. He looks good, all clean lines and easy confidence.

“Hey, you,” he says, crossing to me. “Miss me?”

“Always,” I tease, pitching my voice just right, soft and flirty like Emma’s. He chuckles, sitting beside me, and we chat for a bit, casual stuff about his day, the weather, nothing deep. I nod along, laughing at his jokes, keeping it convincing.

Then he shifts closer, his hand brushing my hip, and leans in. His lips meet mine, warm and firm, and I sink into it, heat blooming in my chest. This is more like it. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer, and I feel that familiar spark ignite. I reach for his towel, tugging it free, and it drops to the floor, leaving him bare. He quirks a brow, surprised.

“Someone’s eager,” he murmurs, but there’s no complaint in his tone, just amusement.

I grin, kissing him harder, and we tumble back onto the bed, hands roaming. He’s curious, I can tell, probably wondering why “Emma” is so forward tonight, but he rolls with it, his fingers slipping under my shirt. Things heat up fast, our breaths mingling, bodies pressing closer. I’m waiting for him to pull out the device, craving that extra twist of chaos, when he suddenly pauses.

“Hey, can I grab something real quick?” he asks, pulling back.

I pout playfully. “Sure, but hurry.”

He nods, hopping up, and grabs his phone from the dresser, tapping at it. I see right through the act, he’s not texting anyone. I know that glint in his eye. He’s up to something with the device. I turn away, pretending to adjust my hair, giving him the opening he needs. Sure enough, I hear him set the phone down, and there’s a faint rustle as he reaches for it.

I brace myself, heart pounding. The device’s range is limited to the house, so it could be anything, his mom’s curvy figure, Cindy’s slightly older vibe, something wild and abstract. I don’t know what’s coming.

Zzzztttt.

A sharp sound cuts the air, and I freeze, waiting. Nothing changes physically. My hands pat my chest, my hips, all the same. But then my mind shifts, a flood of raw, urgent desire slamming into me. Holy shit. It’s intense, primal, like I need to jump him right now. It clicks, he’s swapped Cindy’s boyfriend’s sex drive into me. The effect is dizzying, a wild rush I’ve never felt before. Is this what my ring feels like to others, to feel your mind shift like that? I like it.

Zzzztttt.

Another jolt, and this time my thoughts twist again. Images flash, creative, filthy ways to pleasure James, positions and tricks I’ve never even considered. No way. He’s given me his mom’s sexual experience. My head spins with know-how, decades of expertise packed into me, and it’s a total turn-on.

Zzzztttt.

One more, and this time my pants shift, a pressure building. I glance down, expecting a thicker ass or wider hips, but instead there’s a bulge. A bulge. I stifle a gasp, eyes darting to James. He’s still naked, but where his cock should be, there’s Emma’s pussy, smooth and bare. What the hell? He’s swapped our genitals. I’ve got his penis, and he’s got my... her vagina. My pulse races, excitement warring with nerves. I’ve never had a dick before, and he’ll expect me to act like I’ve always had it.

I swallow, forcing a casual smile. “Ready when you are,” I say, voice steady, channeling Emma’s breezy confidence.

He grins, climbing back onto the bed. “You’re killing me tonight, Em.”

I laugh, leaning in to kiss him, and let the game begin.

James’s lips crash into mine, hungry and insistent, and I match him, the new sex drive roaring through me like a wildfire. My hands roam his back, nails grazing his skin, and he shivers, pressing himself closer. The bulge in my pants, his cock now mine, throbs against the fabric, hard and demanding attention. It’s strange, this weight between my legs, but it’s thrilling too, a power I’ve never known.

I pull back, tugging my shirt over my head, and my breasts, Cindy’s breasts, bounce free, nipples already tight. James’s eyes darken, fixed on them, and I smirk, cupping one casually. “Like what you see?” I tease, pitching it like Emma would, playful but sure.

“Always,” he breathes, hands sliding to my hips, tugging at my jeans. I help him, kicking them off, and my cock springs free, thick and rigid. I wrap a hand around it, stroking once, testing the feel. It’s hot, pulsing, and the sensation shoots straight through me, sharp and electric. I’ve never felt anything like it, but thanks to his mom’s experience, I know exactly what to do with it.

James stares, licking his lips. “Fuck, Em, you’re so big tonight.”

I grin, leaning down to kiss him, letting my cock brush his thigh. “All for you, babe,” I murmur, voice low and husky. He groans, hands tangling in my hair, and I trail kisses down his neck, nipping at his collarbone. His skin’s warm, salty, and I linger, sucking a mark just below his jaw. He arches into me, a soft whimper escaping, and it’s music to my ears.

Settling between his legs, I spread his thighs, exposing his pussy, Emma’s pussy, now his. It’s pink and glistening, already wet for me, and my mouth waters. I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his clit, and he jolts, a low moan spilling out. “Oh, God, Em,” he whispers, hands fisting the sheets.

I lick him slowly, savoring the taste, sweet and sharp, and he trembles under my tongue. Circling his clit, I tease, then dip lower, tracing his entrance. He’s so sensitive, every touch pulling gasps and shudders from him. I slide a finger inside, feeling the tight, slick heat, and he bucks, ****. “More,” he begs, voice ragged.

I add another finger, curling them just right, hitting that spot I now know drives him wild. His hips jerk, a cry tearing from his throat, and I keep the rhythm steady, my tongue working his clit in tandem. He’s loud now, moaning without restraint, and it’s intoxicating, knowing I’m doing this to him. I could get him off like this, but I want more.

I pull back, grinning at his frustrated whine. “Not yet,” I say, crawling up his body. My cock presses against his entrance, hot and insistent, and I meet his glazed eyes. “I want to feel you.”

“Yes, Em, fuck me,” he pants, legs wrapping around my waist.

I push in slow, inch by inch, groaning as his tight heat swallows me. It’s incredible, the way he stretches around me, the pressure building with every thrust. I bury my face in his neck, bottoming out, and mutter, “Fuck, you’re amazing.” My voice is strained, raw with need.

“Move,” he pleads, pulling me deeper. “I need you.”

I start thrusting, slow at first, letting him adjust, then faster, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. The sensation’s overwhelming, my cock throbbing inside him, every stroke sending pleasure crashing through me. I can feel it building, too fast, but I’m not done yet. I reach down, rubbing his clit in tight circles, matching my thrusts, and he arches off the bed, nails digging into my back.

“Em, I’m so close,” he pants, voice breaking.

“Come for me,” I whisper, my own climax roaring closer. “Let go, baby.”

He does, a loud cry ripping through the room as his pussy clenches around me, pulsing hard. It’s too much, tipping me over, and I come with a groan, spilling deep inside him. We collapse, sweaty and tangled, breaths heaving as the high fades.

Swap to James' POV

I’m sprawled across the bed, my chest heaving, sweat slicking my skin as I try to catch my breath. Beside me, Emma's curled up, her blonde hair fanned out over the pillow, her breathing slow and deep. The air’s thick with the scent of sex, and my body’s still buzzing from what we just did. For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, letting the afterglow wash over me. But there’s work to be done. I roll over, grabbing the device from the nightstand.

My fingers move over the controls, reversing the swaps one by one. First, our genitals. Zzzztttt. That faint electric hum fills the room, and I feel the familiar weight settle between my legs, my cock returning like an old friend. I glance down, a small grin tugging at my lips. Back to normal. Emma stirs beside me, her hand drifting to her crotch. She frowns slightly, adjusting to the shift, then relaxes again.

Next, the sex drive. Zzzztttt. And finally, the sexual experience. Zzzztttt.

“That was unreal,” Emma murmurs, her tone thick with awe. “Unlike anything I’ve ever felt.” She glances at me, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “You look like you’re in your own world over there. ”

I nod, still half-lost in the memory of it. She Has no idea what just happened. That we swapped genitals. “Yeah, you could say that. You did great, though.”

She chuckles, stretching out like a cat in the sun, her body loose and blissful. “Thanks. You did alright yourself, especially for someone who’d never had a pussy before during sex.”

I freeze. My heart stutters, and I turn to her, eyes narrowing. “Wait. What did you just say?”

Emma's smile falters, and she claps a hand over her mouth, but it’s too late. The words are out, loud and clear. “How do you know that?” I ask, sitting up. My voice is calm, but my mind’s racing. “Emma wouldn’t know about the swaps. She’d think it was always like that.”

Her eyes widen, and then she bursts into laughter, bright and unrestrained. “Oh, crap. Caught me.”

I stare at her, the pieces snapping together. “Lila? Is that you?”

She nods, still giggling. “Yeah, it’s me. Hi, James.”

“What the hell?” I lean forward, my jaw dropping. “How?!”

She sits up, pulling the sheet around her like a toga, her grin wide and unapologetic. “Back at the bar. I swapped bodies with Emma. Used my ring to tweak everyone’s perception, make them see me as her and her as me. It was a little experiment, and, well, it worked like a charm.”

I blink, trying to process it. “So, all this time, it was you in there? Not Emma?”

“Yep,” she says, popping the ‘p’ with relish. “Fooled you good, didn’t I?”

I should be pissed. I mean, I really should. But instead, a laugh rumbles up from my chest, and soon I’m cracking up, the sheer ridiculousness of it hitting me full ****. “You’re insane,” I manage between gasps. “Completely insane.”

She laughs too, her eyes dancing with mischief. “I know. But you’re not mad, are you?”

I shake my head, wiping a tear from my eye. “I think I should be. Hell, I probably should be furious. But honestly? I’m kind of excited. More magical adventures with you sounds… fun.”

Her grin softens into something warmer, and we share a quiet moment, the laughter fading into a comfortable silence. Then, out of nowhere, Lila’s hand drifts between her legs, and she starts idly fingering herself, her expression curious. “You know, Emma’s pussy is different from mine,” she says, all casual, like she’s discussing the weather. “Hers is more of an outie. Mine’s cuter, though, way more tucked in.”

I blink, thrown off. “Lila, c'mon. You’re still in Emma’s body. That’s weird.”

She laughs, pulling her hand back. “It’s just interesting, you know, comparing notes.”

“Shut up,” I say, rolling my eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. “You’re a freak.”

“Guilty,” she chirps, grabbing the device from the nightstand. “But check this out.” She taps a few buttons, and I hear that zzzztttt again. Her body shifts before my eyes, hips widening, ass rounding out, breasts swelling into lush, full curves. She’s got my mom’s figure now, all voluptuous and tempting. She stands, spinning in front of the mirror, admiring herself. “What do you think? Enhanced Emma, ready for round two?”

My cock twitches, already stirring at the sight. “Jesus, Lila, you don’t quit.”

She smirks, sauntering back to the bed. “Nope. But settle down, tiger. I’m just teasing. Should see the look on your face! I'm still a little wiped from round one.”

I grin, snatching the device from her. “Oh, we can fix that.” I scroll through the options, select her sex drive and swap it with Cindy’s boyfriend again. Zzzztttt. Lila’s eyes light up, and she bolts upright, a hungry edge to her smile.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she says, her voice low and eager. “Now I’m ready.”

I don’t waste a second. I grab her, spinning her around so she’s on her hands and knees, that thick, juicy ass right in front of me. My hands roam over it, squeezing the soft, plump flesh, and she moans, pushing back against me. It’s unreal, seeing Emma's body this voluptuous, but damn if it isn’t hot. My cock’s rock-hard now, throbbing with need.

I position myself behind her, sliding into her slick heat with a groan. She’s tight, gripping me perfectly, and I start moving, slow at first, savoring the feel of her. The way her ass jiggles with each thrust is hypnotic, full and round, begging to be grabbed. I dig my fingers into her hips, pulling her back to meet me, and she gasps, her head dropping forward.

“God, James,” she pants, her voice rough. “That’s so good.”

I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her moans get louder, spilling out in a steady stream, and I can’t get enough of it. That ass, so thick and plush, bounces with every move, and I reach around, cupping her heavy breasts. They’re soft and warm, spilling over my hands, and I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. She cries out, her body trembling under me.

The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard tapping the wall in time with my rhythm. I lean forward, pressing my chest to her back, and she arches into me, her skin hot and slick with sweat. My hands slide down her sides, tracing the exaggerated curve of her hips, and I grip her tighter, slamming into her with everything I’ve got. She’s a mess now, moaning and whimpering, her arms shaking as she struggles to hold herself up.

“Harder,” she begs, her voice breaking, and I oblige, pounding into her relentlessly. The pressure’s building, a tight coil in my gut, and I know I won’t last much longer. I reach down, finding her clit, and rub it in quick, firm circles. She bucks, a sharp scream tearing from her throat as she comes, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. It’s too much, and I lose it, thrusting deep one last time as I spill inside her, a guttural groan ripping out of me.

We collapse onto the bed, a sweaty, tangled heap, and I pull her close, kissing her shoulder. My heart’s still racing, my breath ragged, but I feel incredible. “That was insane,” I murmur, my voice hoarse.

“Yeah,” she agrees, her tone soft and sated. “Fucking amazing.”

We lie there for a while, letting our breathing even out, and then I grab the device again. “Time to clean up the mess,” I say, reversing the swaps. Zzzztttt. Her body shifts back to Emma’s normal form, and I undo the sex drive swap too. Zzzztttt. Lila sighs, settling into herself again.

“So, what was the plan here?” I ask, propping myself up on an elbow. “Just some swapping fun in bed?”

She grins, stretching lazily. “Pretty much. And I sure as hell got it, didn’t I?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, you did. But wait, won’t people be confused with you like this?”

“Nah,” she says, waving a hand. “Everyone else sees me as Lila. The reality shift takes care of that. You’re the only one who got fooled because you’re aware of the swaps.”

I blink, then it clicks. “So, everyone thinks I’m dating a girl who looks like Lila?”

“Exactly,” she says, laughing again. “Wild, huh?”

The sheets are tangled around us, the air heavy with the scent of sweat, and my chest tightens with a strange mix of satisfaction and unease. I don’t know what to say, so I just lie there, staring at the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the blinds.

Lila shifts, her breath warm against my skin. “I’ll need to change back anyway,” she says, her voice low and casual, like she’s commenting on the weather. “Can’t stay in Emma’s body forever, you know.”

I turn my head to look at her, blinking away the fog in my mind. “Yeah, I'd hope so. I'd like my real girlfriend back." I smirk. "You got stuff to do?”

She nods, propping herself up on one elbow. Her eyes catch the dim light, glinting with something playful. “Club meeting in a few days. I need my own body back for that. The other artifact owners would spot something off if I showed up looking like Emma.”

My brows shoot up, curiosity sparking through the haze. “Club meeting?”

Lila grins, sitting up fully now, the sheet slipping down to her waist. She doesn’t bother pulling it back up, and I try not to let my gaze linger. “The artifact wielders’ club,” she says. “I saw your look when I first mentioned it the other day, but it’s not some creepy cult or anything. Just a bunch of us who’ve got these weird, powerful things. We meet up every few months to catch up, trade stories, keep an eye on each other.”

I sit up too, leaning against the headboard, my interest piqued. “Like, how many?”

She tilts her head, thinking. “Hard to say exactly. I know about a dozen, give or take, but there could be more out there we haven’t met. We’re not centralized or anything. Some are here in LA, some in New York, a couple overseas. It’s more like a network than a club, I guess. Artifact wielders are rare, and the stuff we deal with can get messy. So we stick together, kind of.”

“That’s insane,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “What do they do? I mean, what kind of artifacts are we talking about?”

Her grin widens, and she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “All kinds of crazy shit. There’s this guy, Marcus, out in Chicago. He’s got a pendant that stops time for ten seconds. Uses it to dodge traffic or grab a coffee without waiting in line. Total show-off, but he’s harmless. Then there’s Elena, this woman from London. She’s got a bracelet that lets her shapeshift into anyone she’s touched before. Last time I saw her, she turned into my old high school principal just to mess with me. Nailed the voice and everything.”

I laugh, picturing it. “That’s nuts. Who else?”

“Oh, you’d love Jess,” Lila says, her eyes lighting up. “She’s the one with the gender-swap ring I mentioned before. One twist, and boom, you’re flipping from guy to girl or whatever else you want. She’s always testing it out, seeing how people react. Says it’s the ultimate social experiment. And then there’s this kid, Noah. Barely eighteen, skinny as hell, found a coin that grants wishes. Sounds awesome, right? Except every wish goes sideways. He wished for a new car once, and it showed up—stolen, with cops chasing it. Poor guy’s paranoid now, barely uses it.”

“Jesus,” I mutter, a chill creeping up my spine. “That’s messed up.”

“Yeah, it can get dark,” she admits, her tone sobering for a moment. “Artifacts aren’t toys. They’ve got rules, quirks, sometimes curses. That’s part of why we meet up. To share what we know, warn each other about the risks. Like, Marcus figured out his pendant gives him migraines if he overuses it. Elena’s bracelet? She can only hold a shape for a few hours before it starts to hurt. My ring’s pretty tame by comparison—just mind tricks, no physical toll. But still, you’ve got to respect the power.”

I nod, my mind buzzing with questions. “So it’s like a support group? For people with magic crap?”

“Kind of,” she says, laughing softly. “But it’s more than that. It’s a way to stay connected. Most people don’t get what it’s like, you know? Having something that bends reality, changes who you are or what you can do. The club’s a place where you don’t have to explain yourself. Plus, we trade tips, show off a little. It’s fun, in a weird way.”

I lean back, letting that sink in. “And you want me to come? To this meeting?”

“Hell yeah,” she says, nudging my shoulder. “You should meet everyone, join the club officially. You’ve got that swapping device—nobody else has anything like it. Most artifacts are simpler, you know? Time-freezing, shapeshifting, mind control. Yours is... well to be honest I've never seen something quite this powerful, it bends the whole world around you. They’re gonna lose their minds when they see it.”

A thrill runs through me, sharp and electric. “Really? You think I’d fit in?”

“Absolutely,” she says, her smile warm and genuine. “You’re one of us now, James. Tomorrow night, downtown at this old bookstore. It’s our usual spot—quiet, neutral, no prying eyes. We keep it low-key. A few beers, some stories, maybe a little demo if someone’s feeling bold. You in?”

I don’t even have to think about it. “Yeah, I’m in. Sounds incredible.”

“Good,” she says, settling back down beside me, her head finding my shoulder again. “You’ll love it. They’re a weird bunch, but they’re my weird bunch.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, her breathing slowing as sleep creeps closer. I stare up at the ceiling, my mind spinning with images of time-stopping pendants and shapeshifting bracelets, a secret world I’m about to step into. It’s exhilarating, like I’ve stumbled into something bigger than myself. But as the quiet stretches on, something else creeps in—a pang of guilt, sharp and cold, slicing through the excitement.

I just slept with Lila. Another girl. Not Emma. The thought hits me like a punch, and my stomach twists. I cheated on Emma, plain and simple. She’s at home right now, probably asleep, trusting me, and here I am with Lila, tangled up in sheets.. My chest tightens, and I swallow hard, trying to push the feeling down.

But then another thought slinks in, softer, more insidious. Did I really cheat? The artifact changed everything. She has Emma's body. Reality bent around us, rewrote itself so seamlessly that even Emma wouldn’t suspect a thing. It’s not like I snuck around behind her back in the usual way. This was magic, something beyond normal rules. Maybe it doesn’t count the same.

I glance at Lila, her face relaxed in the dim light, and the guilt flares again. No, that’s a cop-out. I know it is. I made the choice. Once I found out, I still fucked her anyway. I crossed a line. Artifact or not, I knew what I was doing. But even as I think it, the device’s power hums in the back of my mind, a quiet, tempting whisper. It’s changing me, loosening my grip on right and wrong. The swaps, the rush of rewriting reality—it’s addictive, and I can feel it pulling me under.

Maybe that’s the point, I tell myself. This isn’t the old me anymore. The old James wouldn’t have done this, wouldn’t have even considered it. But the guy with the artifact? He’s different. He’s part of something bigger, something wild and unbound. And if the rules are different here, maybe what happened tonight isn’t betrayal. Maybe it’s just… part of the game.

I let out a slow breath, my eyes drifting shut. The guilt’s still there, a dull ache I can’t quite shake, but it’s softer now, muted by the promise of tomorrow. The club meeting, the other wielders, the artifacts—it’s a new world, and I’m stepping into it with both feet. Whatever this power’s doing to me, I’ll figure it out. For now, I’ll let it ride.

Beside me, Lila murmurs something in her sleep, still in Emma's body, and I pull her closer, the warmth of her body easing me into the dark.

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