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“Yeah, you do.”

And just like that, Brenden is grinning at me.

What a fucking sociopath, but he’s my sociopath.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Audrey. I should’ve listened to Donovan.” He shakes his head as he pushes to his feet before coming to kneel in front of me. “You’re so strong all the time, trouble, and I just want to protect you from what I can. Which I know isn’t what you want. I’ll try to do better.”

“That’s all I can ask,” I tell him, leaning forward to kiss him. “Now, tell me more about giving my sister back her memories.”

Wraith shakes his head, turning his attention back to Donovan. “You can’t hog our mate, pet.”

I can practically hear Donovan roll his eyes behind me. “I can do whatever I want.”

“Ummm…yeah, I’m not okay with that,” Brenden calls over, his smile turning predatory. “I don’t handle it well when someone tries to keep me from my obsession, and that’s exactly what Audrey is—my forever obsession.”

And it seems Brenden is letting out all of his crazy today.

How the hell did I end up with a sociopath vampire, a possessive hellhound, and literally Death as my mates?

At least life will never be boring, and that’s without adding in my other two possible mates.

Maybe the two of them will be more normal?

I scoff because knowing my luck, they’ll be worse.

I pat Donovan’s knee. “Why don’t we go sit back on the couch? I can sit between you and Brenden so neither of you freaks out.”

“I guess that works.” It totally sounds like my hellhound is pouting, and when I turn around to glance at him, I see he is.

“Okay, grumpy pants, let me up. I want to hear what Wraith has to tell me.”

Donovan’s arms tighten around me for a moment before he sighs and lets me go. Wraith helps me stand, leading me over to the couch. Somehow, Donovan ends up getting there before us, launching over the back of the couch and leaving barely any space between him and Brenden.

I just shake my head and sit down, knowing this isn’t worth arguing over. If they want to be sitting on top of me—more like me sitting on top of them—then so be it. It’s not like it’s a hardship to be pressed up against my mates. Wraith sits on the coffee table across from us.

“Instead of assigning her to one of the groups, I’ll put in a request shortly for her to be in a group on her own. Since you’re not staff, Audrey, you can’t be in the room with us—”

“Why not make her staff, then?” Donovan asks, and I perk up. I like the idea of being able to be in the room with them.

Wraith sighs. “Fucking hell. Honestly, I probably should. You can be a teacher’s assistant like Brenden for now. We’re going to have to figure out how all of this is going to work, anyway. I guess I’ll put that request in as well.”

“Thanks, Wraith.” I grab his hand, giving it a squeeze, but when I go to pull away from him, he keeps a hold of it. “Can I have my hand back?”

He shakes his head. “No. I think I’ll hold on to that since your other two mates are cuddling with you.”

I throw my free hand into the air, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, okay. Do whatever you want, I guess.”

“I will, but thanks for your permission.” He smirks, and I have to bite back a smile. My mates are so damn attractive. “I’ll assign Wren to you, then you and Donovan can bring her back to the house. I’ll have to handle a few things, but I’ll meet the three of you back here.”

“And then you’ll give her back her memories?” At his nod, I let out a sigh of relief. “Then what?”

Wraith looks confused. “Then you’ll know if you’re right about it being her husband. That way, you won’t have to worry about it. Your sister will remember you, and we’ll help her through the academy.”

I frown. “And then what?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Audrey. Like you and Brenden, I won’t allow her to be sent away. She’ll become a reaper just like you.” Wraith pushes to his feet. “That gives us six months until she graduates. That’s plenty of time for us to figure out how this will all work once everything is said and done. Now, I’m sure you’re hungry. Why don’t I go make us breakfast, and we can figure out what we’re going to do with the rest of our day.”

All I can do is blink as he walks toward the kitchen as if the conversation is done and over with.