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No job, rep ruined, no place to go. Her last coins might go for one good meal, or a pair of gloves to keep her hands from freezing come winter.

Hettie was looking for the first when Nycki caught her – just reached out and snatched her out of the crowd, bright eyes shining when she called Hettie’s name.

“Where’ve you been?” Hettie asked, once they were all cozy in Nycki’s hotel.


“Quevallon? Doin’ what?”

But Nycki shook her head and smiled, lacing their hands, shaking out her hair. “It’s been too long, lover. Just shut up and fuck me.”