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“I regret encouraging the three of you to talk,” I tell them.

“You deserve an irritating Sponge Bob laugh. Wa wa wa wa.” Ash is right, that’s very irritating.

“That sounds more like Jim Carrey’s,” Dare interjects.

“Reminds me of Janice fromFriends,” Ramiel jumps in.

“One of the minions, and let me see? You also look like one.” Ren lets his mouth fall open, faking a shocked expression, to which Ash responds with his raised middle finger.

“You’re dizygotic triplets. It’s rare,” Ramiel suddenly says.

It happens when one zygote divides into two identical fetuses, and the other does not. That’s why Ren and Ash look alike, while Dare doesn’t.

“How did you know?” Dare pats Fred before going back to his omelet.

“I have my ways.” He smirks. “Finding things about people is my…hobby. For example, your pet shelter is a money-draining machine. Could get more donations if you use different tactics. Puppy therapy never fails.”

“Did you tell him that?” Ash looks pissed as he turns his eyes on me.

“He didn’t.” Ramiel cleans his mouth with a napkin. “I see you haveBloody Kills.” He’s talking about one of the PlayStation video games the boys are always playing. ”Did you get on the other side of the bridge and into the abandoned hospital?”

“No,” Ash groans. “It’s impossible to get through the hordes of zombies.”

Ren nods. “Nobody knows how to do it.”

“I do,” Ramiel says nonchalantly while looking at his nails.

“Bullshit.” Ash sniffs

“You made Hunter fuck you in his bed, so I’m inclined to believe you,” Ren says instead.

“Nobody made me do anything.” I cross my arms.

“Sure. You’re the strongest and most vigorous bear sitting at this table,” Ramiel pats my arm conciliatorily, then grabs my hand and starts the pinky-palm stroke.

Ash burps. “Manners,” I uselessly remind him, he just doesn’t care.

“What? It shows how much I appreciated the meal.”

“So, game?” Ren asks insistingly.

“Boost the red jeep, but kill the sniper on the other side of the bridge first.”

“How the hell do you know that?” Ash narrows his eyes.

“He created the game,” I explain. Ramiel lifts a brow at me. “Yeah, I know things about you too, Red.”

“That’s epic, dude!” Ash yells.

“Wait, you are Ramiel Masters?” Ren slowly stands up. “The Master?”

The Master?

“Mmm, yeah? Last time I checked.”

Ash’s loud whistle pierces the air as Ren imitates a dying fish.

“Maybe he’s stroking out,” Dare states, not sounding worried at all.