Page 44 of Dancing With Death

“Cool.”

AUDREY

How do you feel about meeting the other three horsemen?

WREN

Seriously?

Ummm, yes!

Are they cool or are they assholes?

AUDREY

Why don’t you come over and find out? They’re here now.

They even brought food.

WREN

Boo. Does that mean Wraith isn’t cooking for us?

AUDREY

No. Wraith isn’t cooking for us.

Does that change your answer?

WREN

No, but know that I’m disappointed.

I’m almost at your house.

Lifting my head, I grin at Wraith. “Wren is sad you’re not cooking for us.”

“I can cook something,” he assures me, perking up from whatever bad mood he’s been dwelling in. “I don’t mind.”

I shake my head with a laugh. “Absolutely not. They brought food, so we’ll eat that. My sister will be fine.”

Wraith looks like he wants to argue with me but wisely keeps his mouth shut.

“I’m here,” Wren calls a moment before she steps into the living room.

She just recently started listening to us when we told her to stop knocking on the door. She might not live here, but it’s my home, and I won’t make my sister knock. I want her to be comfortable enough to come in whenever she wants.

I did warn her to call out first, just in case we’re having sex in a public space or something.

It took me another two weeks after that comment to actually get her to stop knocking. Apparently, she doesn’t like the idea of walking in on me getting railed by my mates.

I can’t really blame her for that.

Wren comes to an immediate stop, eyes widening, as she takes in the horsemen. I see the way her body reacts to them, and I know my sister finds them just as hot as I did when I met them.

Hell, I don’t think there’s a person, alive or dead, that wouldn’t be attracted to them—unless they’re not attracted to men, but that’s a different story.

“There’s two of you?” Gael asks with a frown, his eyes moving between me and Wren.

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