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“Cold,” I tell him, walking past him and into their bedroom.

I grab my dressing gown from inside the walk-in before chucking it on and grabbing some socks.

“That’s not what I meant,” he says softly behind me.

I know that, but I have no other answer to give that would make him feel any better about the situation. The fact they can feel my emotions is embarrassing enough. I don’t want them to bring it up; I never want to speak of it again.

“I’m fine,” I tell him before walking back out.

Cyrus is just waking, and I can see it is early morning because the sun is barely up, and I can only just make out the trees outside the house surrounding the property.

“Coffee?” I ask, looking between them.

Cyrus tosses the blanket off, rubbing his eyes and yawning. I don’t wait for an answer; instead, I walk out and head downstairs. I turn the kettle on, prepare the cups, and wait for the kettle to boil.

I make the coffee and set their cups out, waiting for them to come downstairs. My heart is hammering in my chest; I am dreading their reaction. I know they won’t like it, but I can’t stay here. Cyrus walks in first, only wearing shorts and a singlet. Eli follows in after him in just shorts. His hair is still tousled, but he is still as handsome as ever.

Cyrus comes over, pecking my cheek before picking up his cup. I also have another question I need to ask them that has been eating away at me since I woke up.

“You look a bit better this morning,” Cyrus says, leaning his arms on the counter.

“I need to get to a pharmacy,” I tell them.

Cyrus looks up at me questionably. “What for?”

My heart is hammering so hard that I think I am actually going to faint either from fear or humiliation.

“Morning-after pill,” I whisper, hoping that I can still take it.

Eli growls, but Cyrus answers, anger coming through the bond. It is strange feeling their emotions again; I started picking them up last night, but now I can feel them entirely.

“You won’t be pregnant, Addie. You don’t have to worry about that,” Cyrus says.

How can he say that? Does he have any idea about the shit I’ve been subjected to?

I shake my head, about to speak again, when Cyrus speaks up.

“You are marked by us. No one can get you pregnant but us, and only during your heat can you fall pregnant,” he says.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, Addie,” he says, and I feel my heart rate slow a little.

Relief floods me that I am not carrying Sam’s demon spawn. Embarrassment also hits me at saying it; they would have smelled his scent on me, but admitting it is another thing entirely.

“Anything you had to do to survive him, Addie, is not your fault,” Eli says, and I swallow, my throat feeling clogged.

“I know that, but it doesn’t make the shame go away knowing it,” I whisper.

Cyrus grabs my hand on the counter, but I pull my hand from his grip; I can’t bear their touch right now.

“Addie?” Cyrus says, standing up and stepping closer, but I put my hand on his chest, making him keep his distance.

“You said you would take me home. I want to go home, please,” I tell him, and he looks at Eli.

“We can work this out, love. You don’t have to leave.”

“I know I don’t have to leave. I want to. I can’t do this anymore,” I tell them, and I hear Eli make a noise before storming off.