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Nothing seemed to be missing. The food remained where we had left it.

Was it a Rager? The owner of the house?

But why would someone walk into a dark room without doing anything? Granted, I had often walked into a room, forgot what I was doing, and left, but I had thought that society was smarter than me.

My terror spiked at the normality of the kitchen. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was different. Had the person wanted something to eat? Had it been someone who had escaped from the highway?

I strained my ears to hear if they were still in the house. Maybe they needed a place to sleep for the night. After all, this was the only house we could find in the dense thicket of trees.

The amount of questions I had were staggering. Even more staggering was the lack of answers.

Moving nimbly, I pushed back the curtain.

There was only a sliver of moon tonight and a handful of stars - not enough natural lighting to see clearly. I watched the forest, muscles coiled, but saw no movement.

Whoever had came must’ve gone.

“We should get some sleep,” I said to Tommy.

Tommy nodded, though he still looked as if he wanted to piss his pants.

Same kid. Same.

We found some spare blankets in a linen closet and settled down on the couch and chair. It would’ve felt odd to sleep in someone else’s bed. I knew Tommy agreed with my sentiment.

I placed my head gingerly on the pillow, angling my phone towards my hand.

The design Ronan had drawn was beautiful: an elaborate crown that looked surprisingly realistic. Though it was made in pen, eachjewelseemed to pop as if they were actually implanted into my skin. I wasn’t surprised that Ronan was an artist. After all, his brother was a talented musician. It would only make sense for him to be good at art as well.

I stared at it, illuminated by the thin shaft of light, before my phone died.

I whimpered as the house was completely plunged into darkness.

* * *

I wokeup to a light shining in my face. Squinting, I glanced from side to side. It was still dark outside, and Tommy, in the chair beside me, was snoring softly.

There were two figures leaning over top of him, each one holding a gun.

Before I could scream, strong arms grabbed me around the waist. I buckled, cussing, when a familiar voice broke through my panic.

“Oh my god, baby! I thought we told you to stay in the fucking car!”

I went limp in his arms. His familiar, comforting arms.

“Callie?” I whispered softly, and then I was kissing him. Or he was kissing me, though I’m not sure that there was a difference. We became nothing more than a flurry of gasps and tongues and clashing lips.

“Princess, is that really you?” Ronan asked softly.

“Of course not,” Calax scoffed breathlessly, pulling his lips away from mine. “I’m just kissing a random stranger.”

Ronan pushed Calax aside, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his lap. His body shook with silent sobs, and I felt his lips touch my hair. The contact made me shiver.

“Are you guys all okay?” I could see seven distinct silhouettes in the darkness, but I still wanted the reassurance.

“We’re all fine, sweetheart,” Asher said.

I turned in Ronan’s lap, tracing his indecipherable features with my fingers.

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