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Maggie rolled her eyes. “You can dance anywhere. That club isn’t worth giving this up. By all means, make them pay for being asses, and take advantage of the groveling. But I say once you’ve gotten it out of your system? Sit back and enjoy the ride.”

“And here I thought you were going to be on my side.”

She cackled. “Girl, I am on your side. Why do you think I’m advising you to get railed by five men who drip deliciousness?”

I didn’t want to give in so easily. It felt like defeat. But why the hell was I looking at this like a battle? The frustration and scraping anger still rested in the center of my chest, making me agitated and unsettled. “I’ll think about it.”

“Sleep always makes things better. And in a week—”

“We both know I hadn’t decided if I was going to do it.” Triggerathanasía.

“You were.”

I looked at her, silently asking how she came to that conclusion.

“You were really going to live an entire mortal life in hiding, Sky? As much as I don’t love the idea of growing old and dying while you stay young and immortal ever with your biker boyfriends, you deserve more than No Man’s Land.”

Blinking away sudden tears at the idea of her living a life and leaving me, I spoke through the thickness in my throat. “Help me set up this litter box thing?”

“Set it up?”

I pointed to the box in the corner and she blinked. “You sure that’s not going to eat Cream Puff and never let her back out?”

“I don’t think so… but we’ll see when it’s set up.”

It wasn’t actually that hard, and Cream Puff sniffed the litter delicately before going into the machine with what seemed like steely determination.

“I think we should take out the Legion for daring to touch a kitten like that. Especially one with a personality like this.”

“Can’t say I disagree.”

The clock in the kitchen told me it wasn’t late. Barely ten o’clock. If my work day hadn’t been interrupted, I’d still be dancing. But somehow I was exhausted and dragging on my feet.

“Is it bad if I want to go to bed?”

“I’ll join you. It’s a farther walk to work from here.”

I grinned at that. “Part of the groveling. I’ll make sure someone gets you to work on time.”

“Good deal. Preferably someone hot, single, and only the good kind of asshole.”

We climbed into the giant bed and under the covers. It was so big, we could fit three more people in with us. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Cream Puff cameflyingup onto the bed in a leap for the record books, stumbling into a forward roll before landing with a little yelp. She climbed up between Mags and me, curling up under her wings.

We laughed, and if nothing else, there was one big bright spot in my day, and that was this tiny kitten with wings who took change head on and embraced it by jumping straight in. Something I could probably learn from.

I stroked my fingers along her back, in between her wings. “Night, Puff.”

Exhaustion clung to my limbs, but I laid awake for a long while, staring at the ceiling, and wondering, after today, what the hell was going to happen tomorrow?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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SKYLA

HOODIE THOUGHTS AND COFFEE POTS

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