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Octavius rolls his eyes. “They’re twins, remember?”

He snaps his fingers before pointing at Octavius. “That’s right. I forgot. Hi, Audrey’s sister, I’m Gael, aka Conquest.”

“Her name is Wren,” I remind him, hurrying over to take her hand. “That’s Octavius, aka War, and Riggs, aka Famine. Guys, this is my twin sister, Wren.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Wren,” Riggs says with a goofy smile on his lips, and I pull my sister toward the table.

I really hope that look doesn’t mean what I think it does because I don’t know how I feel about any of the horsemen being interested in my sister.

“So, what’s for dinner?” I ask, sitting down and pulling Wren to sit beside me. Donovan sits in the empty chair on my left while Wraith sits on Wren’s other side. Brenden scowls but sits across from me, leaving the horsemen to fill in the empty seats as Gael places the food on the table.

“Indian!” he says, breaking open the containers.

I’m practically drooling as the scents hit me. I’m a big fan of Indian food, something I told them the night we met.

Okay, maybe they’re alright. I’m still not sure about them being interested in Wren, though.

Hopefully, Riggs’s reaction was just because there was a pretty girl in the room. Otherwise, he and I are going to have to have a talk that I don’t think he’ll enjoy.

Chapter Seventeen

Audrey

Iblinkawakeandstretchbefore rolling onto my side to reach for my mates—except there’s no one there. I’m in bed alone.

Frowning, I glance at the clock. I don’t enjoy waking up alone, but as soon as I get a glimpse of the time, I realize why I did.

How is it already after one in the afternoon?

I fell asleep watching movies with my mates and Wren at some point, I guess, and they brought me to bed. I only remember a few minutes of the first movie, which means I passed out before eleven. I haven’t slept this long in forever—even when I was alive.

On the upside, I feel amazing. Although, I really need to pee.

I hurry into the en suite and use the bathroom before climbing into the shower. As soon as I’m clean, I throw on a pair of leather shorts—that’s what Evelyn’s surprise had been for me, and I’m in love with them—with an oversized tank top that’s almost as long as the shorts. My bra is completely visible, but I don’t care. I’m comfortable and that’s all that matters.

Thundering down the stairs, I find Donovan and Wraith sitting on the couch. Donovan is snacking on some chips while he watches TV and Wraith is working on his laptop with those sexy-as-hell reading glasses sitting on his nose.

I don’t know if he actually needs them or not, but he’s been using them all the time since I told him how hot he looked.

“There’s our sleeping beauty.” Donovan grins at me, setting aside the chips and pushing to his feet. He hurries over and pulls me into his arms, kissing me sweetly. “I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day.”

“Too late, she already did,” Wraith says without looking up from his laptop. “Do you at least feel well rested?”

I hum, pulling away from Donovan so I can drape myself over Wraith. He cocks an eyebrow as he turns to look at me.

Leaning over, I give him a kiss. “I feel great. So great, in fact, that I’m ready to get to work.”

“Okay, I’ll bite,” he says dryly. “What are you getting to work on?”

“Hmmm…” I tap my chin. “What is it I was so worried about three months ago, after I had to reap my sister’s soul? I feel like it was really important, but I just can’t remember. Oh! Right! Killing Michael. You said we’d make a plan once Wren had adjusted to being at the school. I’m fairly certain we can call her well-adjusted, considering she’s at the top of all of her classes.”

Wraith sighs, pulling his glasses off before rubbing his eyes. “I was kind of hoping you’d forget about that.”

“Yeah. Like that was ever going to happen.” I close Wraith’s laptop, ignoring the annoyed look he shoots me. “Have you ever known me to forget something like this?”

Donovan snickers. “Pretty girl, I don’t think you’ve needed to remember something like this since we’ve known you.”

I wave him off. “Semantics. Where’s Brenden? I want him here while we make a plan.”