“Wake up, Charlie,” the sultry voice purred in his ear. “You have to wake up. You can’t die now.”
Charlie forced his eyes open and found himself slumped behind his steering wheel, blood trickling down his face.
“What happened?” he mumbled through thickened lips.
A stunning, brunette goddess of a woman pressed herself against Charlie and stroked his face and said, “That bitch Clotho tried to claim you, but I won you fair and square.”
“W-W-What?” Charlie stuttered, eyes wide and confused.
“I gave her Matt,” Atropos crooned, “the least she could do is let me choose when you die.”