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“No. NO.” G’s voice cracked through the air like a whip, dousing the mood faster than putting my dick in a bucket of ice water.

Wrath went rigid with surprise at the venom in his voice, and I held onto her as Pride let go, already striding for G.

“Hey, easy. Breathe.”

G kept backing away from us, shaking visibly as his head whipped from side to side.

“Gluttony, it’s ok. We’re all here: your family,” Envy tried.

If anything, that made G angrier. His normally pale face flushed red; an impressive feat for a vampyre.

“YOU are my family, not some sleazy witch who thinks she can just come in and enchant you all. I won’t be taken in again, not again. Not again. I don’t care if she’s a Sin!”

Gluttony clutched at his chest, which was again telling since he didn’t needto breathe or gasp for air. Envy, Pride, and Sloth moved toward him, but he flung out his free hand toward the door. It slammed open, Juniper flinching as it banged against the walls.

It slammed shut behind him as he strode through, leaving us alone in the wake of his temper tantrum.

“I–” Wrath started.

“Well, nice of him to shut it again for us,” Greed quipped, eyes already back on Juniper.

I clutched her tightly to me, defensive of her. “Now isn’t the time–” I began.

“Is he mad at me?” Wrath’s quiet voice stopped us all, the air itself seeming to freeze, before we all let out a collective sigh. Pride ran a hand through his hair, and gestured for her to sit on the chaise.

She kept her grip on my hand as she crossed the room toward him.

I tried not to feel too smug about it, even as Greed’s eyes lingered on our entwined hands.

Feeling bold, I sat down first, and pulled her into my lap.

“Oomf,” she said, but didn’t resist and only wiggled her bum against me a bit to settle in further.

Witch.

“Sorry if I made him mad,” she said softly.

Pride sat down on her other side.

“Nothing to do with you,” he replied.

Greed snorted, Envy at his heels as they sat on the floor in front of her. Sloth rolled his eyes, standing behind them as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Girl, it isn’t you. He was done dirty hard by some slag before you.”

Pride’s nose crinkled.

“Don’t call a muse a ‘slag,’ ” he bit out, rather indignantly.

“A muse?” Wrath asked, perking up.

Before Pride could answer, Sloth beat him to it. “The muses; daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne who are all in charge of different aspects of the arts. Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Thalia, Terpsichore, and Urania.”

Wrath blinked. “And he dated–”

“Clio; the muse of history. Still a dumb bitch, though. Still won’t shut up about the Hyacinth incident.”

“Hyacinth incident?”