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A legitimate badass, when I need to be.

There’s no reason they even need to know I’m in there.

Okay, so, do the fucking thing and open the door.

Pumping myself up isn’t working so great. Logic says Bishop will be looking at that room like a nest, considering how saturated it is with the scent of her pussy.

Jesus Christ.

I carefully turn the handle, step inside, and push the door to the frame without clicking it fully closed. It’s dark, but not to the point where I can’t see anything.

Vale is on the edge of the bed closest to the side with the door.

What the fuck is Bishop thinking?

He obviously wasn’t.

The perfume addled his brain, too, apparently. He should be blocking her from any possible threats.

Not that I’m a threat, clearly.

Nope, not me.

I’m just one step past crazy, sneaking into their bedroom in the middle of the night.

I swipe a hand over my face.

Holy shit.

I’ve lost my fucking mind.

Now that I’m here, I should probably check that she’s breathing, right?

Maybe for a fever.

Verify she’s fine and get the fuck out.

Hitting my knees next to the edge of the bed, I slowly stretch a hand over to feel her for a fever. It was one of the main symptoms listed in the articles.

I frown.

Her forehead is sweaty, but that could be from all the sex. My fingers move to feel her cheek.

I can’t tell.

She’s maybe a little hotter than I think is normal, but that could be because she’s got the big guy wrapped around her.

Her long blonde lashes fan over her cheeks as she sleeps. She’s got a shit ton of hair, and it’s sticking up in random directions. She’s still pretty, but I bet the hair all up in Bishop’s face is annoying.

To be fair, he doesn’t seem bothered, but he’s also asleep.

Vale’s eyes pop open with no warning.

I have no chance to escape before she’s staring directly at me.

“Are you okay?” she whispers, rubbing at her eyes.

“Yeah, are you?” I ask, like I have every right to be here.

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