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She arches a brow, the corner of her mouth twitching. “That worked so well last time. New rule: no fighting.”

I laugh. “Yes, little violent one. No fighting.”

She pouts at me, and it takes everything in me not to crash my lips over hers.

The desert wind picks up, carrying the smell of dust and horses and something inevitable.

I glance at my brother, then at her.

Yeah.

This is going to be hell.

55

BELLA

Song- LOVE AGAIN, Dutch Melrose

The house is smaller than I expected: one bedroom, one couch, and a kitchen table with three chairs.

We stand there, three people pretending we’re not thinking about the same thing.

“I’ll take the floor,” I say first, breaking the silence. Staring at the huge bed in the middle of the room.

“No,” both of them answer at once.

I roll my eyes. “Fine. Then what’s the plan, geniuses?”

Rowan glances at Reggie. “We’ll take the floor. You get the bed.”

I narrow my eyes. “Both of you? In the same room?”

Reggie snorts. “Unless you think we should fight for our space next to you, Princess.”

There’s that smirk; it’s tired, bruised, but still somehow him. I almost smile back.

“No. No more fighting.” I shoot a glare at them both.

It eases some of the tension between us.

We drag spare sheets and pillows from the closet. The brothers argue over who gets which side of the bed like boys sharing a tent.

“The floor looks, cozy,” I tease.

Rowan opens his mouth to say something and then snaps it shut. I hate seeing him so not himself. He’s being reserved. His playful side has gone.

“I gotta speak to Drago,” Reggie tells us, looking straight at his brother.

“Be ready to leave in an hour.” With that, he pulls out his phone and leaves.

I glance toward Rowan, who stays rooted to the spot. Fighting himself.

I slip off the bed quietly. “Come with me to the stables,” I whisper.

He blinks, suspicious. “Now?”

“Now.”

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