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I don’t want to leave.

Even though I know I should let her sleep, a part of me can’t stop staring at her, wondering if this is real.

If she’s really here in my bed, sleeping off the after-sex glow.

If this pretty girl I could never take my eyes off truly is mine.

And for how long.

“She’s even prettier when she sleeps.”

I turn my head toward the sound of Grey’s voice, which grates on me, but his presence no longer makes me want to grab the nearest knife and plunge it into his heart, so I guess that’s progress.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “I’m just adoring our girl.”

Our girl.

Ours.

For now.

“We really fucked her good, didn’t we?” Apollo plants his arm against the doorpost above Grey’s head. “Three dicks might be too much, even for a vixen like her.”

“You don’t have to worry about that for much longer …” I mutter, gazing at my beautiful girl again, realizing I have zero seconds to spare.

Every single one of them, for however long they last, must be spent adoring her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Grey asks.

Apollo sighs. “It means herGhostis not sure he’s going to live to tell the tale.”

CHAPTER 57

Aspen

I wakeup to a scent I don’t recognize drifting into my nostrils, and I turn to smell more of the pillow encasing me. God, this musk is intoxicating enough to make me smile.

Until I open my eyes and realize I’m not in my own bed.

Fuck.

I throw the blankets off and look around the room. There’s a bunch of clothes on a stack in the corner, a ton of seemingly unread dusty school books on a desk, and a rack full of metal and alternative rock CDs next to it. Old school. Black curtains in front of the window block out the sun, and the longer I look around, the more I realize this looks like a hole someone would hide in when they want to disappear.

Levi’s room.

Gloom settles deep within my heart from the state of his room.

He was in so deep, and no one ever noticed because he didn’t want anyone to see.

He was ready to throw it all away because of the accident … because everyone assumed he’d killed Mavis.

God. I wish I had known the truth sooner. I wish I had seen him sooner for the broken man he really was. And I wish I hadn’t believed all the lies he told me.

But I guess he was just that good.

I suck in a deep breath and get up from the bed, only to realize I’m still naked. The last thing I remember was that cage and getting fucked into oblivion, and the mere memory makes me blush for a second round.

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