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I turn around with the ice dildo in my hands and smile at Diablos.

He stumbles back, holding his hands up. “I was just checking. No need to get violent.”

“My sleep is important to me, Di. I take any attacks on it personally.”

“I hear you.”

“Please leave and come back during daylight hours.”

Diablos grumbles. “You do remember that I’m in charge, don’t you?”

“Yes, you push the papers, we do the work,” I say with a yawn, climbing into bed. Frost takes the dildo and turns it into snowflakes.

“So pretty!” I coo.

Diablos stamps a foot.

“If you make it quake in my room, I’m telling Hartley what edging is.”

Diablos chokes. There’s a long silence. “You wouldn’t-”

“Just try me, beastie. I’m mean when I’m sleep deprived.”

“Fine, but we’re not finished yet.” He pauses. “Do your Fae know what edging is?”

Frost sits upright.

I squeeze my eyes closed, but I can almost feel the tension.

“What is it?” Frost asks suspiciously.

Diablos laughs like a damn super villain and vanishes in a cloud of sulphur smoke.

“No, don’t wake her, we can figure it out on our own,” Wilder murmurs.

“Here, look, click on that one,” Stix murmurs.

I burrow down into the blanket.

There’s a long silence, and then I hear them all get up and the bathroom door shut. The muffled voices arguing gives me a cold shiver. I roll over and close my eyes, determined to go to sleep.

At some point, I must sleep because the next time I open my eyes, it’s morning, and the four of them are heads down, watching something else on my phone.

I stretch and wander into the bathroom. When I come out, I’m met by four pairs of concerned and pissed off eyes.

“Hi.”

“Who is Davidson?”

My face drains of colour, and the world sharpens to a point. Stix’s concerned green eyes hold me captive.

“Where did you hear that name?” I rasp out.

“You were having a nightmare. You called his name, you were scared. Who made you frightened? Who scared you?”

My whole body breaks out like I’ve got bugs crawling on me. I can hear his drunk voice and smell him.

“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore.”