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Pulling out of my core, I stare at Alena in shock. That’s what’s been living inside her?

Cackling with more glee, Alena loops her arm through mine. “She’s my little protector.”

Oh, fucking boy.

Walking upstairs, we gently knock on Ambrose’s door.

As I’m about to turn the knob, I hear Asher followed by Caden coming up behind us.

“Checking on Ambrose?” Asher asks.

“Yes.” I answer. “Alena wants to see how her favorite brother is faring.”

“Excuse me?” Caden erupts. “I’m her favorite brother!”

Alena turns to him and holds her finger to her lips. “Hush. I’m worried about him. He’s not dancing around or watching over me.”

Opening the door to the room, I peek in.

Ambrose is lying flat on his back in bed, which isn’t necessarily normal for him because he doesn’t sleep. But it’s not unusual, given how injured he is.

What is unusual, however, is the naked woman sprawled out on his chest. Her long blonde hair, spread wide like an open fan, completely covers Ambrose's face.

And there’s no heartbeat.

She’s dead.

He’s snuggling a corpse.

Stepping away from the door, I hiss, “Why the fuck is there a dead body in bed with him?”

“Again?” Caden asks.

I turn on Caden. “What do you mean again?”

Caden gives me a confused look. “Haven’t you noticed? He’s been doing this a lot lately.”

Alena steps delicately around me, takes a long peek into the room, and steps right back out.

Turning to Caden, Alena says quietly, “I’ve changed my mind. Maddox is my favorite brother.”

Somewhere below us in the house, we hear Maddox shout, “Fuck yeah!”

The End