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“Call me Wraith,” he reminds her.

She nods, piling more food into her mouth. “Sorry. I’ll try to remember that.”

After Cassian left us, I spent about an hour with Diana and Celeste before Wraith brought us home. He’d been ecstatic to have Wren over for dinner. My plan had been to cook dinner, but he bumped me right out of the kitchen and told me to relax.

Personally, I think he’s just shook up over seeing Cassian again and needed something to keep him busy. I want to ask him and Donovan about what happened so badly, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. At least not to ask Wraith. It’ll probably be easier for me to get the story out of my hellhound mate since he doesn’t like to keep things from me.

But that’s a problem for another time. Tonight is about bonding with my sister.

I practically abandoned her over the last few days, and I hurt her. I never want to hurt my sister. I definitely need to make this up to her—no matter how many times she tells me I don’t have to.

I’ve already finished eating, but my sister went back for seconds, so I’m just waiting for her to finish.

“We need to have a conversation,” Wraith tells me quietly.

I nod. “I know. After I spend some time with Wren.”

His smile is soft. “Of course. I’m sure the three of us can find ways to entertain ourselves while you spend time with your sister.”

Once Wren finishes, I give each of my men a quick kiss before dragging her upstairs and into the room that’s officially mine—not that I spend any time in here. We all sleep piled together in the main bedroom unless Brenden drags me to his room for a night alone. I can count the number of times that’s happened on one hand.

Brenden might not be sexually interested in my other two mates, but he loves spending time with them. I’ve caught him and Donovan cuddling on more than one occasion. I found it a little odd at first, but then realized it offered both of them comfort. I’m never going to deny my mates comfort. Plus, they look adorable.

“So what’s this conversation you have to have?” Wren asks, throwing herself back onto the bed.

I run a hand through my hair before pulling it on top of my head in a messy bun and securing it with a hair tie. “There’s so much I need to fill you in on—even before today happened, but now there’s more.”

I give her a quick recap of the conversation I had with my mates following Nex’s departure on her first night at the academy before moving on to the events of today.

“Five mates? I don’t envy you.” Wren pats the bed, waving for me to join her instead of pacing the floor like I am right now. “You’re stressing out, Ree. Come sit and cuddle with me.”

How am I supposed to say no to that?

I hop onto the bed, lying down to face her with our foreheads touching. We’ve always been close, as I suspect many sets of twins are, and there’s always been something comforting about wrapping ourselves up in one another.

We make each other stronger.

After a few minutes with my twin, I feel like I can do anything.

“Better?” she asks, smirking.

“Yes,” I respond reluctantly. “Just like you knew it would.”

She nods, rolling over onto her back. “Good. Now tell me what’s going on inside your head.”

“Really? You need me to spell it out for you?” At her nod, I sigh. “I have two mates who might not become my mates. That’s what the Fates told me. If I can’t get Nex to accept me as his mate, then I lose him and Cassian. If Wraith and Cassian can’t get along and make this work, then I still lose both of them. I know it doesn’t make sense, considering I just met Cassian, but I already miss him. These mate bonds are no joke.”

“I wish I could find my mate or mates.” Wren gives me a wry smile. “If I’d found them, I wouldn’t have married Michael, and I’d probably still be alive. Which would be better but worse since you’re here. Although you might still be alive if I hadn’t married him.”

“Nope. We’re not going to think about the what-ifs. All they’ll do is drive you crazy. Plus, I wouldn’t have met my mates if I hadn’t died.” Which isn’t something I want to think about. “According to the Fates, we have a destiny to fulfill or whatever, so I think everything happened the way it was meant to.”

Wren wrinkles her nose, scowling. “I’m assuming they didn’t give you any hints about this destiny?”

I laugh. “Definitely not. It would’ve been easier if they had, but life is never that easy, is it? Enough about that. I want you to tell me what you’ve been up to. Catch me up on the goings-on of earth-side.”

Wren raises her eyebrows as she considers me. “I’m not filling you in on celebrity gossip. You know I don’t read that shit.”

“Fine. Fine. Fine.” I hesitate. “If you feel up to it, can you tell me what led up to Michael killing you? Was he always abusive to you and you just hid it from me? From Mom?”