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I kissed her temple and rolled out of bed.

“It’s Mason. I got a meeting in a few. Gonna tell everyone about Dade,” I told her as I yanked on my pants. “I’ll be out in a minute.” My voice carried hoping to catch him before he opened the bedroom door.

Petra stood up and swung her feet to the floor.

“Stay in bed, babe. Get some more sleep,” I told her as I put on my shirt, followed by my cut.

“You don’t need me?” she asked, her head cocked in the cutest way.

“Yeah, Pet, I fuckin’ need you. But I don’t want you to have to deal with this.”

“Am I not allowed?”

Like that would have stopped her. I knew better. But I could tell from the look in her eyes that wasn’t it.

“If you come out, you need to get dressed,” I told her as I reached into my drawer and pulled out a pair of sweat pants and an old flannel shirt that I knew would be too big for her. I tossed them on the end of the bed. Without another word, I headed for the door.

I should have known she wouldn’t listen to me. She was on my damn heels as I walked out the door.

“Woman,” I lightly scolded. “You have nothing on under that shirt.”

“Yes, that is correct,” she said like I’d somehow asked a damn question.

“Let me make something clear to you,” I said as I turned to face her, stopping her from walking out of the room. “You are mine. Which means that body is mine. And I don’t want anyone seein’ you like this. Got me?”

Her lips thinned and though I didn’t have time for this, I should have seen it comin’.

“Got it,” she said with a tiny, evil upturn of her lips.

She slyly slid around me, ignoring every single fucking thing I’d just said.

I let out a frustrated breath and with a shake of my head, followed behind her.

“Petra,” Mason greeted, keeping his eyes on hers because he fuckin’ knew better.

“Mason,” she greeted back with a hard stare. One that I knew wasn’t meant to be disrespectful.

“Most everyone is here,” he said, swinging his gaze to mine. “Fill me in.”

All I’d told him last night was that I was going to get shit handled and that I needed him to let everyone know to be here in the morning. I hadn’t gone into details because I hadn’t talked to Abigail yet. I should have called him back and explained everything, but I didn’t. I was pretty sure he understood.

“Need some shit filled in here, Petra,” I said after I was done.

“I’m not sure I know much more than you. When I called Garen, Midori was breaking down in the bathroom.”

“The bodies?” I asked.

“He said he’d have it taken care of by morning. As you know, I haven’t been in contact to find out if he has done so. But Garen is a man of his word, so I shouldn’t have to check in with him.”

I nodded, figuring that was good enough for now.

“I’ll head down and make some coffee,” Mason said with a chin jerk.

“Find her some damn clothes, please,” I called out as he turned and headed for the door.

“I’m fine the way I am,” Petra stated like she just didn’t fuckin’ get it.

Mason raised a brow at me. With a sigh, I let it go.