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“So naughty.”

Wait. She didn’t think that.

Turning, she saw both of them standing behind her.

“Uh-oh,” she muttered.

“Uh-oh is right,” Jenner said as he moved in front of her to lean on the railing. Tobias walked over to her side. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“I’ve been in bed since we got here! I’m bored of bed.”

“You were supposed to be napping,” Tobias told her.

“I’m all napped out. I’m not tired. I need to get up and move around. The doctor said to take it easy, he didn’t say I had to be on bedrest for weeks.”

“Hmm,” Jenner said, rubbing his chin. “I guess if you’re really feeling good enough to be up and about?—”

“I am!” she said quickly.

“Then you’re also well enough to be punished for disobeying us.”

“Yep, I am . . . wait, what did you say?”

“When you’re naughty, you get punished,” Tobias said to her. “Unless you’re ill.”

Drat.

That wasn’t cool.

“And I do owe you another punishment,” Tobias said. “A letter to Papa for being naughty at the Little playground. Oh, and I believe a week without Twizzers and handbag M&Ms.”

Unicorn poop!

How dare he remember that!

“She’s also owed punishment for leaving the house without telling us,” Jenner said.

“And getting out of bed just now,” Tobias added.

“Hey! That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Why?” Jenner asked with a grin. “Because it’s you who is going to get their butt spanked?”

“You’re going to spank me? I just got out of bed! I was hit by a car.”

Both men’s faces darkened. Probably not smart to remind them of that.

Neither Lauren nor her car had turned up. Alejandro had even sent people to investigate. They hadn’t been able to locate Dev, either. Alejandro said there were rumors of a man called D’yavol, which was Russian for the Devil. But he doubted that Dev was that guy. Plus, he hadn’t had an accent.

So that was another dead end.

The guy the FBI had arrested, who’d confessed to being the new Deity, had killed himself after they’d started questioning him again.

Which wasn’t a good sign.

She knew that the guys were all on edge, wondering if anyone else was going to come after her or Cat or Maeve. The guy who’d killed Lauren was the biggest worry. That, and Isaiah, who no one had heard from.

But everything else seemed normal.