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“Zak, stop!”

Thetwins tangle on the floor of the common area, fists and curses flying.

Knowingbetter than to try and get in the middle of it,Iquickly scan the room for something to throw to get someone’s attention.

Itoss a pillow atZak’shead. “Zak, stop!Hewasn’t hurting me!”

AfterAdrianshovesZakfar enough away,Zak’seyes flit back and forth between us. “Whatthe fuck is going on?” he demands with a heaving chest.

Mymouth opens and closes, dumbfounded, asIglance between the two. “Hewasn’t hurting me.I-it’s consensual.”

Thedisbelief onZak’sface can’t worsen. “Thefuck you mean, ‘it’s consensual’?”

It’shard not to let tears prick my eyes whenItoss a hand in the air.Itry to say something to explain away the fact thatI’min my ex’s house, fucking his twin brother, but nothing comes except the sound of my palm slapping against my thigh.

Zaksneers betweenAdrianand me, rising from the floor. “Y’allare fucking sick.”

NeitherAdriannorIoffer anything else asZakstorms off, slamming the door behind him.

Ican’t tear my focus away from the door, wondering whatI’vejust done and what just happened.

Whymy heart hurts so much, even thoughIhaven’t been able to look atZaksince the bridge.

“Baby, you okay?”

Ifinally pry my stare to findAdrianwatching, unsurely approaching.

“You’rethe one who got your ass handed to you in the nude—you tell me.”

“You’rethe one who got caught fuckin’ your ex’s brother.”

“Yourbrother caught you fuckin’ his ex,”Iretort.Myexpression sours. “What’rewe doing,Dree?”

“Youtell me.”

Westare each other down, summing each other up.Adrianchallenges me with a simple arch of his brow, daring me to admit everything out loud.

Theonly answerIhave is a shake of my head asIreach for my clothes.

Hegrabs my hand and drags me toward him.Hisarm slips around my waist, firmly holding me against his naked body, and his mouth is hot and damp on mine.

“Youcan’t shut me out forever,” he warns in a husky voice.

Ipush him away. “Youcan’t keep comin’ after me forever.”

“Ha!Thata challenge, princesa?”

Tiressqueal outside.

“Stopchasing me,Dree,”Isay, grabbing my clothes. “Ican’t keep hurting him like this.”

“Sofuck me and my love for you, right?”

Ithrow my clothes to the floor, huffing and glaring at him. “Thisisn’t right.”

“Neitheris me being the devil’s right-hand man,” he retorts. “Neitheris my brother being a fucking vampire and murdering my girlfriend.”

“I’mnot your fucking girlfriend!”