Page 79 of My Undead Love Life

“Fair,” Luck muttered.

“Hopefully we can make it in two,” Spencer whispered. Her fingers twisted at the edge of the blanket, and I reached over without thinking, settling my hand over hers.

She looked at me and gave me a soft smile.

“Where will we live when we get there?” Luck asked.

Some of the tension eased out of her shoulders as she glanced at him. “You three can live with me in Keith’s and my treehouse. I mean, we’ve been living together for two months already. At least until you can build your own treehouse. If you want, of course.” Her voice grew quieter. “But I would be okay with you three staying with me indefinitely. I don’t really want to be in that house alone.”

The guys and I shared a brief look filled with surprise. She had just offered us something bigger than shelter. She offered us a place beside her in a home that had belonged to her and the man she still loved.

Mad swallowed, his throat bobbing. “We’ll stay with you.”

“Yeah,” Luck murmured. “I can’t really imagine not living with you at this point. You’re part of us now, slayer.”

Spencer’s smile trembled.

“I agree.” I moved my hand from hers and reached up to play with a white strand of her hair. The silky piece slipped over my fingers. “Besides, I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you being alone. Not when you have us.”

“More than agreed,” she whispered. Her brown eyes filled with deep appreciation as she lay down between us, and it hit me again how easily she’d become the center of us without trying.

Luck settled on the other side of Mad. We’d taken to switching out who slept beside her nightly, pretending it was about fairness and warmth and comfort. It was about all those things, but it was also about wanting to be near her and not knowing what the hell to do with that.

The four of us fell into a comfortable silence as sleep slowly took over. I stared into the dark for a long time before I finally let it take me.

A soft, desperate moan woke me from my sleep, and not the moan of an undead.

It was Spencer’s moan.

My eyes snapped open in the dark. I stayed completely still, listening.

The mall was quiet around us. Luck’s soft snoring came from somewhere beyond Mad. Mad was breathing evenly, dead asleep. The blankets were heavy over me, trapping warmth around us in a way that made it hard to tell where my body ended and Spencer’s began.

She was sleeping deeply beside me, lips parted, with her brow furrowed. Her hand gripped the edge of the blanket like she was holding onto something in the dream.

“Keith,” she whimpered.

My heart twisted with something I didn’t recognize at first. Then, I did recognize it, and I hated myself for it.

Jealousy.

It was so fucking stupid. She loved Keith. The man had died saving her. He had been hers before she ever knew I existed. She had every right to dream of him, want him, miss him, cry for him, and love him until the day she died. Knowing that didn’t stop the ugly streak of jealousy from cutting through me, though.

“Mad,” she moaned next.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Another streak of jealousy ran down my spine, sharper this time because Mad was right there, asleep on her other side. He was protective and painfully good at saying things that made her look like the world still had light in it. Like when he explained why he called her flare.

I clenched my jaw.

“Oxi,” she gasped, squirming beneath the blankets.

The jealousy in my chest vanished immediately. Something hotter and far less honorable replaced it. My cock went painfully hard at the sound of my name on her mouth. I sucked in a silent breath, every muscle in my body locking down.

She shifted closer, still asleep, and her knee brushed my thigh. My pulse pounded hard enough that I could hear it in my ears.

“Luck…” she cried softly, fingers tightening in the blanket.