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I can’t even form words, so I just cling to her until both of us fall quiet. When I pull away, I sit on the edge of the coffee table and keep a hold of her hand. I’m not ready to let her go just yet.

“If you’re here, and I’m here, then you were murdered, too?” Wren shakes her head, tears filling her eyes. “But you died in the fire at my house. Michael said he didn’t know you were there or he would’ve saved you.”

“Fuck Michael,” I growl, and her eyes flash.

“That fucking bastard. He’s the one who killed me. Does that mean he killed you, too?”

I nod. “He did. I told you, Wraith. I told you he killed her, too.”

Wren shakes her head. “The things he said to me. He wasn’t making any sense. He was rambling about plans and how we were trying to ruin everything he’d been planning. Honestly, I thought he was having a nervous breakdown. I certainly didn’t expect him to stab me—repeatedly.” She shivers. “I could go without reliving that ever again. The look of joy on his face as he killed me. It scared me—it still scares me. Do you know what the hell he was talking about?”

“I don’t. He said something similar to what he told you, but that’s it. He wasn’t making any sense.” I grip her hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you?”

She scoffs. “Really? You’re apologizing because my husband murdered you, meaning you couldn’t save me from the same fate? Fates above, Audrey.”

I shrug. “I’m your big sister. I should’ve been there to take care of you.”

“Really? You’re pulling the big sister card? You were born twelve minutes before me.”

Brenden chuckles, drawing our attention to him. He just grins. “I’m sorry. The two of you are adorable. While I hate that your sister was murdered, I’m happy she’s with you again.”

“Ugh, seriously, Brenden?” I tap my hand against my forehead, trying to summon some patience for my mate. “That is not really appropriate to say out loud. Remember, some thoughts should only be said inside your head.”

“Wait. Hold on. With everything rushing back to me at once, I almost forgot what Donovan said out front.” Wren yanks on my hand until I’m looking at her once more. “Did he say you have three mates?”

“Surprise,” I tell her with a tired sigh. “You’ve met Wraith and Donovan. This sociopath is Brenden. All three are my mates, and it’s possible I have two more out there. Oh, Wraith is Death—yes, as in the horsemen of the apocalypse—and Donovan is a hellhound shifter. Brenden is a vampire.”

Wren gapes at me. “I think I need a drink.”

“That I can help with,” Wraith says pleasantly. “Do you have a preference? We pretty much have every liquor known to man—and many not known to them.”

She shakes her head. “Honestly? I don’t care. I think I might be in shock.”

“At least it won’t kill you,” Brenden says with a smirk, and I lower my head.

You love him, Audrey. Don’t kill your sociopath vampire.

A smack follows Brenden’s words, and when I open my eyes, he’s glaring at Donovan.

“What was that for?”

“That, mate of my mate, was for being insensitive.” Donovan shakes his head. “I know you have more than a few screws loose in that head of yours, but you really need to think before you speak. At least when you’re talking to your mate’s sister.”

Brenden glances at me, finding me glaring at him and blanches. “I’m sorry, firecracker. I wasn’t thinking.”

Wren throws her head back as she laughs. “You know what? I think I like him.”

“Me, too,” I admit with a snort as Wraith appears with two glasses and hands them to me and Wren. “Cheers.”

She echoes my sentiment before both of us throw back the clear contents. Both of us end up choking. I don’t know what the hell Wraith gave us, but that shit was strong.

Once we both recover, I take the glass from her and set both of them on the table.

“Now what?” Wren asks, glancing around the room, and isn’t that the question?

What now?

Chapter Four