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“She hasn’t been sleeping.” I brush my lips across her temple.

“She doesn’t do well alone. Get over here.” I tap the side of the bed, and he grunts.

“We aren’t at work, Fabien. I don’t take orders from you here.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fine,” I can’t hide my smirk.

Kai outweighs me by a good fifty pounds and is in charge of security at the bar. But when it comes to the bedroom, I am most definitely the man in charge.

“Lose the pants.” I shift Phoebe into his arms as soon as he’s in bed so that I can get out of my clothes.

“Did you get Leah home?” Kai grins as he looks over Phoebe’s head at me.

“Shut the fuck up.” He laughs softly.

“I need a jeweler,” I say to myself, but Kai jumps on it instantly.

“Well, that was fast. Are you proposing already?” I want to throw a pillow at his head, but that would wake Phoebe.

“Dick.” I get comfortable and throw my arm over Phoebe to play with his hair.

She sighed between us, and I could feel her body relax further in her slumber.

“Maybe later,” Kai winks at me.

The room grows quiet as we all find our sleep. Leah invades my dreams like she has recently, but tonight, she’s the star among Phoebe and Kai.

She’s gorgoues Fabien.

Sam’s voice startles me out of my dream, and I sit up, disoriented. I glance around, looking for them, and when my brain turns back on, I remember.

Now, it’s me quietly crying in the dark room. Not from the pain of loss but happiness that their spirit approves.

“We miss you, Baby,” I whisper into the darkness.

My phone lights up, and I rush to answer the call before it wakes the others.

“Seer?” Leah’s scared voice fills my ear.

“What’s wrong?” I stand and pull on my pants, knowing instantly that she needs me now.

“Fire,” I’m out the door before she can finish whatever she was about to say.

“I’m on my way.”

Chapter

Four

LEAH

“Oh, Leah, Cher, I’m so sorry.” Mrs. Auerlia Leblanc cradles her cheeks as we watch her house burn to the ground.

I’ve never been so grateful for a pair of batteries in my life.

The smoke alarm blared to live about twenty minutes ago and saved us from burning to death in her one-hundred-and-thirty-year-old family home. We had enough time to grab her two cats and run outside.

I’ve been clutching my cell phone to my chest since Seer hung up on me.

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