“Get me the tape,” I said to Charlie, and he did. We secured turk’s hands to the heating vent beneath the window and I grabbed Charlie and kissed him, long and deep. Our kiss was passionate, reckless, even violent, and something deep within me burned. I felt my breath grow ragged, and I closed my eyes to take it all in.
“MY god, Charlie,” i gasped.
“Umm,” he stammered.
“You were amazing, and terribly brave to come after me.” I said.
“You’d do it for me,” he answered.
I nodded, “Oh yes,” i said, “Yes I would. Now, are you ready to burn this place to ashes?”
Charlie nodded, “Yes, but..”
I finally stood on shaky legs looking for fuel for a fire.
“Wendy,” Charlie called from another room.
I followed his voice to a kitchen. Candles and fondue burners littered the counters. “Must be for their drugs,” Charlie said.
“Grab it all,” I said and he did, handing me a handful of matchboxes.
As we re-entered the living room, turk lying on conscious, Doogy had returned, and he wasn’t alone.
Charlie tackled him.