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“You’re going to die,” Hayden added.

“Probably,” Gabriel said. “But it’s the right thing to do.”

I took a long drink. “If I don’t survive this, I want you all to know that I blame Fitz.”

“Fair,” Fitz said cheerfully.

“And I want my ashes scattered somewhere dramatic. Like the Grand Canyon. Or Julien’s front lawn.”

“Also fair.”

“And I want⁠—”

My phone buzzed.

I looked down.

Vivian: You awake? We need to talk.

My heart did something stupid and complicated in my chest as four sets of eyes locked onto me.

“Is that her?” Nathan asked.

“Maybe.”

“It’s definitely her,” Fitz said. “Look at his face. He’s got that ‘I’m texting the woman I’m in love with’ expression.”

“I’m not in love.”

“You’re absolutely in love.”

“I’m—”

My phone buzzed again.

Vivian: Also heard Nathan cornered you in a supply closet. Does Fitz know?

I stared at the screen. Then at my friends. Then back at the screen. “I’m going to kill all of you,” I said.

“Get in line,” Fitz said cheerfully. “Julien’s got first dibs.”

I typed back.

Me: Kind of busy... planning my funeral.

Vivian: ARE THEY THERE???

Me: Yes

Vivian: Oh God!

I looked up.

Four identical grins stared back at me.

“Don’t you dare,” I warned.

“Invite her over!” Fitz said.