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“Not you again,” I grumble and decide against popping right out of there. I’m sort of curious about what he has to say now that I’ve given in and started dating all three guys.

“Oh, you crush my fragile feelings,” he mock-whines.

“I doubt anything about you is fragile.” I cross my astral arms, wondering why he’s spirit-snatched me.Again.

He chuckles, the sound charming. If I weren’t full up with men in my life, I might find the sound attractive.

“Who are you anyway?” I demand. “And why are you bothering me?”

“You haven’t figured it out by now? I’m disappointed in you, darling.” He pouts, stepping closer and somehow touching my hair, even though he’s corporeal and I’m not.

“A god… and I’m guessing… Hypnos? Or someone like him.”

“So you have heard of me!” He tugs on my locks and grins wickedly.

I stare up into his completely black eyes and feel like I’ve been sucked into the abyss of the universe. My thoughts are fuzzy, like I’m dreaming or drunk.

“You’ve been a naughty girl. Killing off gods. Growing your powers by teaming up with Death,” he says in a sickly sweet voice.

“Teaming up with Death?” I mumble. “I just work for him.”

“You want more power, don’t you, little thing?” he coos.

“No…”

“Yes… I feel the power filling you up.”

An uncomfortable energy presses in on me, invading me. I try to resist, but I’m too emotionally and mentally drained to fight back.

Perhaps this is what Instant wanted? Me, off-kilter, worn down.

Fuck, I think she just won.

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DOUBTS

EVAN

Tessa has been avoiding us for days now. She hasn’t even come home. Or if she has, she’s kept it from us. And I don’t think she’s meeting the others behind my back. They’ve been grumpy and melancholy as well.

I worry that we’ve pushed her too hard, too fast.

She wasn’t that interested in relationships when she joined Instant Karma’s ranks. Somehow, Dante wheedled his way into her heart. Perhaps asking her to date Kurtis and me as well threw her over the edge.

She won’t answer our calls or acknowledge there’s something wrong in our messages. She keeps saying it’s just the job making her tired.

I’m wondering if the hacker is at it again, messing with our messages. Our last full text exchange was awkward and weird. I hope to hell it isn’t Instant fucking with us, but that seems unlikely.

Besides, if it was an outside influence, it could be any god, not just Instant. They all seem to be dicks.

Death’s probably fine, but he isn’t exactly a god I want to spend time with.

Or it could be that Tessa isn’t happy with our arrangement. I’m leaning more toward that as an answer, no matter how much it pains me to accept. I suspect she just doesn’t want us…me.

Wishing I could just see her again, I wander out to the garage and sit in my convertible Corvette. My hand slides over the leather that had cradled Tessa’s delicious curves the other night. I think about how she awarded me the honor of touching her. She seemed to have enjoyed her date with me, and how we fucked in the woods—primal and needy.

My cock stirs at the memory of her spread out in front of me, the moon lighting up her smooth skin and glistening pussy.

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