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My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I made to back away from him, shame washing over me.

“No,” he said, pulling me back and tilting my chin up so I was staring into his blue eyes. “I want your happiness at any cost. I just want you to know this might not work with everyone, so. . . be prepared, OK?”

I nodded, my throat tight.

He let out a soft sigh and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“We’ll pray for the best, OK? I’m on your side, baby. I want Sin home too. Asylum and Bryce? I don’t know. It’s something maybe we can visit soon.”

I traced more letters onto his hand, which made him smile at me

“Don’t be sorry for having a good heart and wanting to love everyone. We’re all jealous pricks, so know that going into this. For now, let’s only focus on one thing at a time. Sound good?”

I nodded, feeling a little better.

Ashes was so easy to talk to. It was one of the many things I loved about him.

“I may slip along the way and complain a little, but ultimately, it’s all you, heaven.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Just be good while we’re gone, OK?”

I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him, letting him know I was agreeing to his terms. He returned the kiss before breaking away.

“Come on. You need your panties back,” he said with a soft laugh, which made me smile back.

And with that, he led me back to the living room, my hand in his.

One watcher down, two more to go.

Hopefully.

SIN

It didn’t take a genius to know the guys had fucked her before I got there. Not only were her cheeks flushed, but I knew the guys. When they got laid, they were more cheerful and relaxed. Stitches even cracked a joke with me, while Ashes was more talkative than usual.

Plus, I’d seen Stitches try to discretely give Sirena her panties back when he thought I wasn’t looking. She’d left the room after, letting me know she’d been out here with her long legs on display and nothing on beneath the pretty blue dress she wore.

Chairs. Grass. Rocks. Boats. Snails. Dirt. Sister Esther.

I ran the most boring or gross things through my mind to alleviate my desires and the fact that I was close to pitching a tent in the kitchen.

“Same as last week,” Ashes said. “Cady is staying behind, so if you need her, text her. You know how she is. If it’s really serious, just call us, and we’ll come back.”

“She’ll be fine,” I said firmly, knowing in my heart I’d make sure of it.

Ashes clapped me on the shoulder. “I know you’ll take care of her.”

Stitches cast me a narrowed-eyed look but didn’t refute Ashes’s words, which brought me some relief.

After they kissed her goodbye, Stitches making a decent show of it, they left us alone.

I pulled my notebook out of my jacket and went to the couch while she darted off to the kitchen. Moments later, the smell of something delicious filled the air. Curious, I got up and went in to see what she was doing. I was surprised to find her doling out noodles and sauce onto a plate.

She blinked at me so innocently I nearly melted, but I took the plate she offered and watched her take a basket of garlic bread and a salad to the table with two bowls and some dressing.

She got her own plate and settled down in Church’s seat as I took my old spot.

I watched her get up and grab the notebook. She brought it back before she placed our other note into its pocket for safe keeping.

Quickly, she scribbled out a message to me.

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