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What?

Oh, heck, no.

She was not going to drink that disgusting thing! She was putting in a silent protest.

No more smoothies!

Down with smoothies!

Green smoothies were gross!

It was really sweet that Jenner had made her one . . . actually, no it wasn’t. All of the guys had become incredibly overprotective after Cat had been kidnapped. Even more protective than they had been after Maeve.

Likely because they had hoped that any connection with the Deity and Children of the Divine had died with Maeve’s stalker.

Now, it turned out it hadn’t.

But a month had passed and nothing had happened. Christmas had been amazing. She’d even gotten Tobias into Christmas pajamas. For a very brief moment.

However, the guys hadn’t eased off.

Especially Jenner and Tobias. It felt like they were all over her. All the time.

Well, Jenner sometimes went out to his studio to create music. But Tobias was here all the time . . . always on her case.

It wasn’t that she wanted to go anywhere, she didn’t. But she didn’t need him to hover. Although, no one was hovering worse than Jenner when he was home.

For some reason, he’d seemed to decide that he needed to take over watching what she ate, how much sleep she was getting. He had some app he was using to monitor her food and water intake.

Honestly, she was surprised that he didn’t want her to start telling him when she peed and pooped.

Actually, she better make sure not to mention that.

She definitely did not want to give him ideas.

But where was she going to hide? She really, really didn’t want to have that disgusting smoothie.

She glanced frantically around her bedroom.

Think, Immy. Think.

The pile of stuffies! For some reason, Abe kept buying her stuffed toys and she didn’t know what to do with them all. They now sat in a corner of her room and she liked to take running jumps at them. They made for a great landing. But they could also be the perfect hiding spot.

She quickly dove into the middle of them, then turned herself around to face her bedroom. She grabbed a couple, pulling them over her face. Hopefully, she was completely hidden.

“Shh, guys,” she said to them. “We have to stay quiet. Don’t give away my location.”

She’d noticed that it actually had become a bit easier to embrace her Little side. Although she didn’t think she had fully worked out what she was supposed to do. Or say.

The guys were being so supportive and it felt like she was letting them down.

God, she hated that feeling and she was having to fight hard to not feel defeated.

“Immy?”

“Shh,” she whispered. “I do not want to eat a smoothie that looks and tastes like cut grass.”

Miss Pippa Porker was staring right at her as she said that. And the look she was giving Immy was super judgmental.