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“Well, if you’re going to be taking care of me, then you should be,” I replied.

She frowned. “Why the hell would I be caring for you?”

“Hello, injured here.”

“Yeah, what’s that got to do with me?” she demanded.

Gingerly, I hauled myself up. If she wasn’t the new nurse, who was she? My hand went to my gun stuffed down the side of the sofa.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Demi Moore.”

I snorted and laughed. “Darlin’, you’re no Demi Moore.”

“Not the actress, numbskull. My actual name is Demeter Moore, but my family calls me Demi for short,” Demi retorted, and I smiled again.

This girl is not only gorgeous, but she’s got a mouth on her.

“So, Demi Moore, who isn’t the actress. What are you doing in my home?”

“I’m a guest. Came with my Pops,” Demi replied, moving away from the door and taking a seat.

“Funny, I don’t recall Mom saying we’ve got guests for dinner tonight.” I frowned.

Demi snorted. “Phoenix is your mom?”

“Yeah.” I checked Demi over, and a sinking feeling sets in my stomach. “Who’s your Pops?”

“Spike,” Demi answered and smirked.

Damn.

“Change your mind about flirting with the pretty young woman?” Demi exclaimed as she got comfortable.

“Spike’s your grandfather? Which of Volcano’s siblings is your parent?” I inquired.

Demi grinned once more. “Jubilee is my mom,” she stated.

Unwelcome surprise hit. That meant Demi was… I winced.

“Yeah, Fury’s my bio dad. Hi, I’m the inbred kid. My mom is also my sister. My uncles are my brothers, and my grandma is my stepmom. And Pops is my great-grandpa and my step-grandpa. Welcome to my fucked up life.” Demi grinned.

“There’s a lot to unpack there,” I replied after a few moments.

“Not for me. Try growing up with it. Nonetheless, I love watching judgemental assholes figure out what to say,” Demi continued.

“Hey, I am not judgemental!”

“Sure you’re not. I’m a freak by anyone’s standards.”

“That’s your own insecurities talking,” I retorted.

Demi grinned. “Oh honey, I’m anything but insecure. The circumstances of my creation and birth aren’t my fault. Nor Moms. I don’t give a fuck who thinks what about me because my family and I know the truth. Dude, you can sit in this pretty, gilded castle and make all the snappy little opinions you wish. I’m perfectly fine with you doing so,” Demi said.

My temper triggered, which usually took a lot of effort. “Look here, lady. You know nothing about me, but you’re sitting in my home judging me. Let me guess. You think I was born with a silver spoon and was given everything I ever wanted? That I’ve not known hardship or even a moment’s pain. And I’m bettingyou assume all this is down to a car accident or something,” I said, trying to keep calm.

“If the boot fits…” Demi popped.

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