Session 𝓞ne-Hundred-Four

Session 104:

“The Hospital Princess”

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“Liberty?”

I blinked.

Once.

Then twice, trying to process everything that just happened.

After the conversations we have had—how we agreed to be a team.

And then she does this?

I knew I shouldn’t have complained about Kaia to her.

But I trusted we were on the same team.

I trusted that she wouldn’t do something as impulsive as this.

But now it feels like nothing’s changed.

Like she hasn’t changed.

She won’t change.

“Liberty,” I heard her say as soon as I stood from the table. “Where are you going?”

I didn’t say a single word to her.

No.

If I did, I might just completely yell at her for this.

And I’m so over going back and forth.

I don’t have the energy right now.

I have to go see Kaia.

I have to make sure she’s okay, regardless of how our last phone call went.

Fuck.

Seriously, fuck this.

“Monroe,” I said as soon as she grabbed my arm.

There was no calmness in my voice.

It was stripped away, just pure irritation.

It was enough to make her gentle grip on my arm loosen.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“Kaia’s in the hospital, Monroe,” I said, nearing the front door where my shoes waited for me.

“You’re assuming I did this,” she determined.

“We’ll discuss this later,” I said, earning a deep sigh from her.

I knew we would need to have a very serious conversation later, just not right now.

This conversation might… alter everything.

Whether I like it or not.

But she can’t keep doing this.

Or maybe she didn’t do it.

She looks pretty fucking clueless right now.

She also doesn’t lie.

But then she also had that phone call right before all of this happened.

Either way, it’s not something I can pick apart right now.

I need to get to the hospital.

“You have my location. I’ll be back later,” I bluntly said as I slid my shoes on, already tapping on my phone to get an Uber.

“I’ll drive yo—“

“I’ll be back later,” I repeated again, firmer this time.

But I was completely out of patience with her.

I heard her sigh softly, her blue eyes trailing my face with furrowed brows.

For once, my irritation seemed to register for her too.

Because Monroe stepped to the side—

And let me go.

She willingly let me walk out of the house.

There was no hug and kiss.

At first.

But then I felt her gently grab my waist.

She didn’t pull me in.

No.

She stepped closer to me instead—and that’s when I felt her kiss the back of my head.

“This is me trying to be a team with you,” she whispered softly, making me draw in a deep breath. “If you want to leave, then you can make the decision to leave, darling.”

Her words echoed softly in the air, making my chest feel heavier than before.

Her words gave me hope.

Maybe this really wasn’t her.

“I appreciate it,” was all I could force out, stepping away from her and out of the warm house.

The nearest Uber was only a street away, luckily, so I just had to make it through the gates to wait for it to arrive.

Monroe even opened the gates from inside for me, willingly letting me go for once.

I was already texting Zion and Sarai about the accident, knowing I would need some kind of support right now.

We’ve been texting in the group chat over random TikToks or random Instagram reels.

Otherwise, we haven’t really had time to catch up, so I knew this would all be a shock to them.

I wasn’t sure what to tell them.

Kaia’s accident will be just that.

An accident.

I won’t let it be anything more, regardless of whether Monroe was behind it.

It will only make this whole thing messier and involve more people than necessary.

It’ll turn into another mess the Leclairs have to clean up.

That’s definitely going to make this all so much worse.

So the plan was to just keep my mouth shut and pretend like this wasn’t purposeful.

All I knew was it wouldn’t happen again.

I wouldn’t let it happen again.

That was a promise to myself.

Especially as I walked inside that hospital, the cold disinfectant air nearly traumatizing me all over again.

I only ever had memories of my dad being here.

How he would look paler and paler each time I laid eyes on him.

My mother grew even more distant with each hospital visit, too.

She talked to me less, and eventually, she wouldn’t even look at me.

If she ever did lay eyes on me, her eyes would grow dull, and she would purse her lips in a way that made me feel like baggage.

Like a disappointment to her.

Hospitals will only ever equate to when all the happiness in my life faded away.

I’ll never get those years back, regardless of how hard I tried.

I’ll never get my childhood back or all those memories that I could’ve made.

It’s this huge what if.

What my life could’ve been had it all gone the other direction.

“Libs, hey, we came as soon as you texted,” Zion said, approaching me with Sarai by his side.

They were both dressed in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, furry slippers pattering against the hospital floors.

Sarai was wrapped in a furry grey blanket while Zion had a charger draped around his neck.

It looked like they had quite literally dropped everything to be here.

I love them so much.

“Thank you for coming,” I whispered, my words annoyingly weak.

Maybe it was the hospital air, the old memories, or my girlfriend missing by my side.

But all I could do was cry.

And hard.

“It’s okay—everything will be okay,” Sarai said, instinctively pulling me into a hug while Zion reached around to pat my back reassuringly.

“I’m sure she’s okay, Libs,” I heard him say, but god was that only one of the things on my mind.

Yes, I was worried about Kaia.

But there was also Monroe.

Her parents.

The faded visions of my dad were floating all around this hospital.

I feel so fucking overwhelmed.

There’s just so much going on, and it feels like it never goes away.

“What do you need from us right now?” Sarai asked me, pulling back slightly to meet my stare.

I shook my head, “Nothing, just…” I trailed, wiping under my eyes. “You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

Sarai smiled slightly. “We’re always here for you, Libs.”

Zion nodded. “No matter what. We got you.”

I drew in a deep breath, smiling weakly as I let it out.

“Thank you,” I whispered as they wrapped me in a group hug, their arms tightening around me.

It made the heaviness around me fade for a moment.

I leaned into the warmth of them, feeling thankful that I could call them my friends.

“Soon we’ll be graduating, and this will all feel far away,” Sarai said as we pulled back from the hug.

I nodded, trying to think of happier times.

Hopefully, everything going on will feel smaller in general.

Even with Monroe’s parents or Levane.

“Okay,” I sighed deeply, letting my shoulders sink. “Let’s go see Ki.”

“Let’s do it,” Zion said, briefly patting my back.

I forced a smile as we walked side by side toward the elevators, grabbing both of their arms to loop around mine.

Soon, we were heading over to the neurology observation wing, looking around for Kaia’s father.

I hadn’t seen him in a couple of years, but somehow he still looked the same.

Blonde hair parted and slicked away from his face, the same caramel brown eyes as his daughter, and a strong jaw.

He wore his usual white lab coat over a button-down shirt and slacks—like he couldn’t bother to take off work for his daughter right now.

I guess I get it.

She’s in the same hospital, maybe he has higher access to her like this.

But I know Kaia.

She’s going to want her father.

Not her doctor.

“Doctor Greer,” I awkwardly spoke first, approaching her father, standing with one of the clipboards.

He glanced up immediately, meeting my stare, “Liberty,” he said with his usual charismatic smile. “Zack and Sarah, right?”

Sarai pursed her lips together, “Sure,” she said, just as Zion parted his lips to correct him.

He nodded, completely believing Sarai. “Right, so my daughter’s accident,” he murmured, letting out a deep sigh as he glanced down at his clipboard. “From what the paramedics told us, she was crossing the street when a car came around the corner too fast. The driver braked in time, but she went down hard on the pavement. Most of the impact was to her head… though she has scrapes on her arms and legs.”

I remained silent, processing the details of all this.

Crossing the street?

A car came around the corner?

And the driver braked just in time?

It was very odd.

I thought a car accident meant Kaia was in the car, but someone nearly hit her.

I knew it wasn’t an accident.

But also… I don’t think my girlfriend was behind this one.

And that felt so fucking relieving.

At the same time, I was worried because that meant it was probably her parents targeting my friend.

The Leclairs do things with intention, so I knew this was some kind of get-back after the whole brunch ordeal.

Maybe Monroe did piss Leon off enough.

“We recently got Kaia’s scans back,” Kaia’s father suddenly spoke again, shifting into his doctor role naturally, “ It didn’t show anything alarming. No bleeding, no fracture, but she does have a concussion. She’s disoriented, and there are some gaps in her short-term memory. It may resolve itself in the coming days, but we’ll need to monitor her.”

I drew in a deep breath, not realizing that it was this serious.

I didn’t imagine she would have gaps in her memory.

Or that she would suffer a concussion.

I don’t know, I guess I thought everything was fine.

Or I wanted to imagine it would be.

“She’s awake now, so I’ll take you over to her room,” he offered, lowering the clipboard in his hand.

I nodded along with Zion and Sarai, following him down the long corridor illuminated by stale hospital lights.

I genuinely couldn’t imagine working here.

I would hate every moment of it.

But I tried to ignore the vibes of the hospital, wanting to be here and supportive of Kaia.

She’s probably really disoriented and confused right now, too.

I drew in a deep breath as soon as we stopped by one of the hospital doors, nearly holding my breath as he briefly knocked on the door before opening it.

I laid eyes on her immediately.

It was hard not to, given that her bed was in the center of the room where she was lying.

Her usual shiny caramel hair was tucked behind her ears and looked almost matted for once.

There was this paleness weighing down her face, and her eyes looked duller than I had ever seen them before.

Her arms were scattered with purplish bruises—even her cheekbone and forehead both had swollen bruises.

All I could feel was remorseful, knowing who was behind this.

That we could’ve avoided this route somehow.

I guess I didn’t actually think they would hurt my friends or family.

“Libby,” Kaia spoke first as we all entered the room, causing her father to briefly step out and give us some space.

Her face nearly lit up with the widest smile, eyeing Zion and Sarai behind me.

“Zi—Sarai,” she said, somehow smiling even wider.

Until she winced slightly with furrowed brows, making me take a few steps closer to her.

“Take it easy, okay?” I whispered softly, stopping by her bedside.

Kaia nodded, “I was waiting for you guys to come,” she murmured, patting her bed for me to sit down.

I furrowed my brows at her words, but sat down beside her anyway.

The last time we all hung out was… god, I can’t even remember really.

“What uh, do you remember last, Kaia?” I decided to ask as Zion and Sarai sat down on the other side of her bed.

“Kaia?” she emphasized, taken aback by the name I used. “You never call me by my full name,” she laughed with furrowed brows.

I quickly nodded, not wanting to add to her confusion. “Yeah, you’re right—I’m just worried. That’s all,” I whispered.

Kaia nodded. “Yes, but I’m good now, I think,” she determined. “And my dad is actually taking an interest in me. It’s nice to see him for longer than ten minutes.”

I pursed my lips, wondering if she had any recollection of her father’s new fiancée.

“What do you remember, Ki?” I decided to ask again.

She shrugged, “I think uhhh that game night? Remember, with the wine?” she said, glancing over to Zion and Sarai, “We all played Uno.”

I tried not to let my eyes widen.

But that was back in January.

That was months ago.

“My dad said there might be gaps in my memory,” Kaia said, tilting her head. “What all am I missing?”

A lot.

So fucking much actually.

Sarai briefly raised her brows, “Um,” she breathed out, glancing over to Zion.

“Just a few instances,” Zion decided to say, and I could feel the awkwardness in the air between us all. “But we don’t have to go down memory lane right now. You should take it easy.”

Kaia raised a brow. “No hurricane Kaia?”

A chuckle unconsciously fell from my lips, along with Sarai and Zion, who laughed as well.

“No buzzkillington?” Zion shot back, making Kaia’s lips spread into a smile.

“I figured I would go easy on you,” she shrugged, making me shake my head with a wider smile.

“Good idea. Let’s all just get along tonight,” I decided, weirdly finding calmness in this dynamic.

Everything felt… like it used to.

This was a fresh start for Kaia, at least until she gets her short-term memories back.

I think?

I’m not sure if it will come back, but I think her father was hopeful.

“Let’s DoorDash something and watch Judge Judy,” Sarai offered, grabbing her phone from the pocket of her sweatpants.

“Taco Bell, please,” Kaia didn’t hesitate to say as Zion reached for the remote over on the nearby table.

“Taco Bell it is,” Sarai determined.

“Yay, the hospital princess gets special privileges,” Kaia said with a wider smile, making me chuckle as I gently patted her leg.

This was weirdly the first time I had ever felt this happy in a hospital, especially as we all made a pile of blankets in Kaia’s large hospital bed.

I could tell her father had connections because we all managed to lie squished beside her in that bed.

Normally, they’re smaller, but I guess not when your father is the head surgeon.

It was nice, especially once our Taco Bell arrived a little over thirty minutes later.

We all got Baja Blasts and a huge taco box to share.

Kaia also got the Cinnabon Delights that she requested.

Judge Judy also had us laughing every few minutes.

It felt like old times for a minute there.

Then the hospital door opened, and there stood—

My mother?

“Mom?” I asked with furrowed brows, lying up from the bed.

“Hey, guys,” my mother spoke to everyone, holding the door open, “I’m glad to see you’re okay, Kaia.”

Kaia smiled.

Wider than she should’ve honestly.

“Thank you,” Kaia said, her eyes not diverting once from my mother’s.

Oh brother.

“Mama Maris,” Zion suddenly laid up from the bed, diverting my mother’s stare away from Kaia. “We have some leftovers if you want to join us.”

My mother smiled, but I could tell it was more polite than genuine.

The kind of smile she pulled on for politicians.

She’s not here for Kaia.

“Thanks for the offer, Zion, but I need to speak with my daughter,” my mother said, causing me to slide out of the bed without a further thought. “I have flowers on the way, Kaia. Wishing you a safe recovery.”

I swear Kaia’s cheeks looked like they were tinted red.

Her grin also seemed glued to her face.

“Thank you, Ms. Fierro,” she said, sweeter than she really needed to.

Kill me now.  

I swear I couldn’t have walked out of that room any fucking faster.

I just needed my mother away from Kaia.

I forgot about the crush Kaia had on her.

And Kaia doesn’t have any memory of the favor she had previously done for my mother, either.

“What’s going on?” I immediately asked as soon as we were out in the hallway.

I could see the team of people dressed in black just down the hallway.

My mother’s entourage.

“Libby,” she whispered softly, reaching up to gently squeeze my shoulder. “You do understand this is a big deal?”

I furrowed my brows.

But nodded anyway.

“Yes, but—"

“There aren’t any buts here, Liberty. This can’t continue on,” my mother cut me short.

I unconsciously pulled away from her touch, “What can’t continue on? Because I’m not leaving Monroe.”

My mother paused, her brown eyes trailing my face.

It was silent.  

She was silent.

Then she drew in a deep breath and said—

“Monroe did this, Liberty.”

I scoffed immediately, “No, she didn’t. I know she didn’t,” I didn’t hesitate to say. “They-they, her parents did this. They’re calculative.”

My mother silently shook her head, eyeing me with almost a pitiful look.

Like I was the one going insane right now.

But I’m not.

I’m not going insane.

“It’s time to come back to California. I can connect you with plenty of opportunities once you graduate,” my mother said.

I immediately took two steps back from her, shaking my head in disbelief.

“I’m not going to up and leave to California, mom,” I quickly said, blinking almost three times in a row. “Do you hear how crazy that sounds?”

“Liberty, you need to leave Seattle,” my mother said, taking a step toward me. “It’s time to do damage control here. You need to take a step back.”

I rolled my eyes. “Damage control? Is this another issue for Governor Fierro or my mother?”

I could feel the stares of other people as soon as my raised voice echoed throughout the hallway.

It made me draw in a tight breath, glancing down at the dull hospital tiled floor.

“She didn’t do this,” I whispered, squeezing my hands by my side. “I’ll prove that she didn’t do this,” I determined.

“Liberty,” my mother immediately said as soon as I backed away from her. “I don’t think it’s smart to speak with her—"

She cut herself short the moment I turned away from her completely.

But I didn’t care.

I knew Monroe didn’t do it.

Everything was much more obvious now.

I’m not sure what her phone call was about, but I knew Monroe was confused when it all happened.

And… and she still wanted to respect that we were a team.

She let me leave her house.

And also, her parents totally have a motive to be behind this.

“I’ll be back soon, guys,” I said as I entered Kaia’s hospital room, quickly grabbing my phone from the side table.

“Where are you going?” Kaia asked.

“Do you need anything?” Zion instinctively said, lying up from the bed.

I shook my head.

Then I paused, eyeing the keys on the side table.

“Actually,” I said, grabbing the keys, “Do you mind if I borrow your car?”

Zion and Sarai both shook their head.

“Not at all,” he didn’t hesitate to agree, making me smile slightly.

“Thanks, guys,” I murmured, quickly turning on my head. “Love you,” I called over my shoulder.

“Love you too,” I heard them all say in sync as I exited the hospital room.

Then my focus was purely on getting out of the hospital.

My mother was still out in the hallway, so I went the opposite direction, which turned out to be a longer path, but I didn’t need a redo of our conversation.

After a few too many steps and elevator rides, I was out at Zion’s Jeep.

I had to keep pressing the lock button to locate it at the nearby parking lot, but I successfully found it after calling Zion for help, too.

My thoughts were a mess the entire ride over to Monroe’s house.

But I knew she didn’t do it.

For once, I didn’t feel remotely close to delusional.

Monroe wasn’t behind this—my mother just decided to be against her all of a sudden.

She was so supportive suddenly.

And now she’s not suddenly.

I don’t get it.

I was weirdly excited once I arrived at Monroe’s house.

Because I did miss my girlfriend.

I missed her so much, and I feel bad for assuming it was her off the bat.

We talked, she listened.

She wants us to be a team.

“Monroe—baby,” I called out as soon as I entered the house, quickly kicking off my shoes so I could walk down the hallway toward the kitchen.

My heart was nearly beating out of my chest as I approached the kitchen, ready to fully throw myself into her arms and apologize for earlier.

“Hi,” I whispered with a smile as soon as I laid eyes on her.

She was leaning over the kitchen island.

Her hands were gripping the edges of the marble counter, lifting her head as soon as my voice echoed in the air.

She was now in a Polo sweatshirt with matching sweatpants, her silky hair tied into a bun, and her bangs framing her face.

She looked so cute.

I didn’t even hesitate to approach her, smiling ear to ear.

“I’m so sorry for earlier,” I whispered. “Kaia got into an accident, which you clearly didn’t know about, and I thought it was you, which was wrong because we’re a team now, and—”

“We’re not a team,” Monroe cut my rant short, her familiar blue eyes meeting mine.

But something was off.

I could feel it.

I could see it too.

Her eyes looked darker, and there was a calm expression on her face.

So calm that she looked almost blank.

And… and—

Her sleeves are rolled up.

“What do you mean, baby? What happened?” I asked, naturally approaching her.

Until she took a few steps back from me, making me halt in place with furrowed brows.

“Hey, it’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay,” I assured her.

“We’re not a team,” Monroe repeated yet again, somehow confusing me even more. “I made this decision without you, and I’ll continue to make decisions without you. It’s who I am, Liberty.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not who you are. We both know that, baby,” I said, my eyes frantically trailing her face.

What the fuck happened while I was gone?

“I know you weren’t behind Kaia’s accident,” I pointed out, desperately wanting to take another step toward her, but I also didn’t want to invade her space.

“I was,” Monroe had the nerve to say, “She didn’t sign the NDA. I had to handle it.”

I shook my head almost five times in a row.

“No, you weren’t,” I said, staring so deeply into her eyes for more, “I know you weren’t—you were confused when it all happened, Monroe.”

Monroe didn’t say anything.

She just stared at me.

Like she was waiting for me to leave.

“Why are you lying to me?” I suddenly asked, taking a step forward, whether I could help it or not.

“I don’t lie, Liberty. I see no purpose in it,” Monroe calmly said, and I swear I wanted to scream at her for this.

For claiming that this was her.

It was not her.

“But you’re lying about this—you’re lying about Kaia’s accident,” I emphasized, shaking my head in disbelief.

“I don’t lie, Liberty,” Monroe repeated her exact words again, making me scoff.

“So you realize I would break up with you for this? I would leave you if you did something like this?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

Then she did it.

Monroe had the fucking nerve to nod.

She nodded at what I just said.

She doesn’t care?

But she does.

She does care.

I know her.

I knew she did.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my eyes burning with tears out of pure frustration. “You told me you couldn’t live without me. That I could never leave you, Monroe.”

“I was wrong.”

I was speechlessly silent at her words, unable to believe this was the same woman who begged at my feet.

“Why are you lying, Monroe?” I asked, my voice unconsciously echoing off the walls around us.

It made me draw in a shaky breath, glancing down at my trembling hands.

She’s breaking us—she’s breaking me, and she doesn’t even care.

“You said you don’t lie, and now you’re lying about all of this. You’re lying about how you feel,” I pointed out, taking another step toward her whether I could help it or not.

Monroe was silent, a tightness sharpening her jaw as she stared down at me with reluctance.

More tears blurred my vision, reaching out for her like she was the only thing that would keep me from sinking.

“Just tell me what happened, okay? We can fix this,” I whispered, the anger fading away from me.

All I could feel was heaviness.

And the hole that I knew she would leave if I let her right now.

“Okay,” Monroe calmly said, reaching up to cup my face in her hands.

It made my shoulders relax, leaning entirely into her touch.

“I coordinated Kaia’s accident,” Monroe said, her blue eyes not wavering from mine. “That is what happened.”

I shook my head rapidly, my bottom lip trembling profusely.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you saying this to me?” I forced out, sobs escaping my lips as I pulled away from her touch. “I thought you got me.”

Monroe was calmly silent, entirely unaffected by the mess she had made of me.

It only made me cry harder.

“I-I get you,” I whispered with furrowed brows, leaning against the cabinet when my legs grew weak.

Even my head was pounding—so hard that I had to press my hand to my forehead.

“If you caused the accident then-then,” I stumbled over my words, gripping my stomach with my other hand.

I was really trying not to throw up all over her floors.

“I’ll end this. I’ll walk away if you did this, Monroe,” I emphasized, “But I know you didn’t. I know you’re lying, please.”

The air was silent.

For such a long moment that it made me glance up, meeting her stoic eyes.

It made me feel like nothing to her.

I was just like the rest, and now she can toss me aside again.

“I did this,” her voice echoed around me with finality, making my crying grow worse.

“You’re ruining everything,” I whispered, almost pleadingly, tears clouding my vision. “I-I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Nothing.

She gave me nothing.

Not a reaction, and definitely not any words of reciprocation.

She just stared at me, like she was already waiting for me to walk away.

But I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to go.

She’s willing to break us—break everything we built, I know I should go.

But I can’t.

“I know you’re lying,” I determined, sniffling as I stood up taller, trying to level my shoulders back. “I’m not leaving you.”

Monroe tilted her head, and I could see something slip through behind her eyes.

It was barely enough to notice, but I swear I did.

I swear she’s in there.

I drew in a deep breath when she took a large step toward me, closing the space between us.

“I don’t want to be a team with you, Liberty. I don’t want to keep aiming to become someone I’m not. This is who I am, and the choices I choose to make,” she calmly spoke, her eyes not wavering from mine.

I shook my head, still refusing to believe it was her.

But even if it wasn’t… she’s choosing to let it be.

Regardless of how badly it hurts me.

Maybe she doesn’t care.

“So you don’t…” I trailed off, glancing down at the blurry floor. “You don’t love me back?”

Silence.

But I heard the subtle inhale she took.

It was deep.

“I’m done aiming to be someone I’m not.”

That was it.

That’s all she gave me.

And all I could do was nod and pretend like it didn’t shatter me into pieces.

She broke me, and for once, she wouldn’t put me back together.

 I let out a weak sigh, even if it hurt to breathe.

“Okay,” I whispered, trying my best to find my composure. “I guess I wish you… the best,” I forced out as best as I could, quickly turning away from her.

I stood there for a moment.

Not because I wanted to.

I officially wanted to leave.

But my chest physically ached, and I knew leaving would make it worse.

Still, I took a step forward.

And another.

Until I was making my way out of her kitchen.

“Bye, Doc,” I called out as best as I could, my eyes filled with tears and all the memories we made from the beginning.

The lollipops and the front seat of her car.

How I recognized something as small as the clicking of her heels.

The way her tailored pants always clung to her waist in the most perfect way.

Even her blue eyes—a shade I would never find anywhere else.

Ro Ro was gone.

So was Ro.

This was Doctor Monroe Leclair—daughter of Leon and Clarisse Leclair.

I swear it felt like my body wasn’t mine as I walked down the familiar hallway.

Even as I silently slipped on my shoes, I took my absolute time because I wasn’t ready to leave this house and not return again.

But at some point, I had to grab that doorknob.

I had to accept the fact that I was only ever an obsession to her.

Nothing more.

She could never, and would never, give me more.

She consumed me until she was satisfied, and now I would be the one left with this insatiable hunger.

To Be Continued…

⨳Author’s Note⨳
Hi Lusties, I know some of you are confused. The reason I wanted everyone to have access to this chapter without issues on Patreon is because this is the last chapter of this book, and we’re moving straight into book two of Consumed. There was no way to wrap everything up in one book with the outline I have, so this felt like the best way to keep the quality where it needs to be.

I’m honestly upset and disappointed that some readers still can’t access this chapter. I’ve reached out to Patreon’s team, and I’m waiting to hear back before I post the book trailer, since I don’t want anyone feeling left out or confused. The character visuals + trailer for Consumed: Still Hers are ready to go and should be out Tuesday (Sept 2) or Wednesday (Sept 3). Hopefully, on Tuesday, if everything with Patreon is resolved by then!

Aside from that, the chapter preview for Consumed: Still Hers will drop this Friday (Sept 5), giving you a glimpse into the beginning of book two. Then we’ll be back to our regular Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule starting Monday (Sept 8). To kick things off, two chapters will drop on the 8th.

I really hope you all enjoyed the first book of Consumed, and I can’t wait to dive into book two with you. It’s going to get very juicy 👀💗 Thank you so much for your love and support, Lusties. It means everything to me.

Schedule Recap:

·       Tuesday, Sept 2 or Wednesday, Sept 3: Book trailer (Instagram & TikTok) + Character Visuals posted on Patreon & Instagram Story

·       Friday (Sept 5): The Preview drops

·       Saturday (Sept 6th): Instagram Q&A about the second book (A chance to ask all your questions about book two!!)

·       Monday (Sept 8): Two chapters + the chapter visuals for each will drop

·       Wednesday (Sept 10): Back to normal update schedule

(I wanted to summarize this for anyone who felt confused above!)