Duncan Quagmire Novels & Stories

"I've already sent two more men over there. Jane and her father are safe." "For now," I whispered. He didn't deny it. Instead, he nodded honestly. "For now." That honesty frightened me even more. "I knew he wouldn't stop," I muttered. "He's never stopped." Drake reached for both of my hands. "Then neither will I." The certainty in his voice made me believe him. For the first time since Tyler had reappeared, I wasn't fighting alone. Drake's phone buzzed again. Another message. His eyes scanned the screen before hardening.

I owe you nothing. "Do it!" he barked. I lunged at the guards, but one boot caught me hard. I slammed to the ground. Blood that had dried suddenly gushed again, pooling thick and red beneath me. I screamed, curling in agony as my body ripped apart. Vincent started toward me—then froze. His eyes locked on my belly, still swollen, bared from the kick. His face drained when he saw the spreading blood. He dropped to his knees, grabbing me with shaking hands.

--- I should’ve ended it. Should’ve walked away. But I stayed. Because Duncan reminded me of the girl I used to be. The one before Godric’s world. The one who laughed in gas stations and cried when someone told her she mattered. He didn’t save me. But he could have. And that’s why I had to destroy him. --- When Godric found out, he didn’t scream. Didn’t hit. He smiled. “You’re catching feelings,” he said. “Good. It’ll make the fall even better.”