Izzy’s arms strained against the weight of the oars, his heart breaking with every mile he put between himself and The Revenge.

Sweat stung the gash on his brow, a constant reminder that love wasn’t always pure and good. Sometimes, love was just another thing you had to survive.

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Izzy had told himself that no soulmark could tell him who to love. Soulmarks were just the universe’s way of controlling suckers.

He’d told himself that over and over, until the moment he stood, enthralled, staring at his mark’s match across Roach’s shoulder.

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It should be more difficult than this, losing himself to this mouth that’s not the mouth he truly wants. To disappear into the push and pull of the moment.

It should be impossible, with how thoroughly he is already owned.

Yet Bonnet’s kisses claim him entirely

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“You wear his whip.”

Izzy squirms, guilty under Anne’s harsh gaze.

“Did you-“ he reached for it, reluctant but willing to hand it over.

“He’d want you to have it.”

The guilt doubles because Anne’s right: Jack would’ve.

Izzy had never deserved him.

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“Look at you,” Jack ran a hand up Izzy’s hairy thigh, possessive.

“Get on with it,” Izzy squirmed, embarrassed.

Jack smirked, “Not a chance, Princess. I’m gonna take my TIME. Get you hooked on ol’ Jack, proper-like.”

Izzy bit his lip. He was already hooked.

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The sound of the door opening woke Izzy as the hallway light striped across him and Roach.

Ed hovered in the doorway, cold and ominous. “What’s this?”

Fear & a need to defend clashed. He sat up, using his body to shield the cook.

“Mine,” Izzy lifted his chin.

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A bowl of stew was shoved unceremoniously under Izzy’s nose at the same time as a chunk of crusty bread was forced into his hand.

“Eat.” Roach glared.

“Not hungry.”

“Didn’t ask. Don’t care. EAT.”

Izzy glanced away, shy and awkward. Took a bite.

Roach smiled.

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Izzy’d made so many poor decisions lately. He’d thought if he pushed enough, did enough, he’d somehow BE enough for Ed.

It hadn’t worked. Ed had only ever wanted Bonnet.

Izzy would bring him back, for Ed. And, maybe, find out just what it was Ed saw in the man.

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