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Reality slapped me in the face.

Crap. Oh crap. Crap oh crap.

Did I really—-

Had I just—-

I rose clumsily to my feet. “I gotta blow.”

Marcus raised a brow. “Is that so?”

“Yes, really—-” My last words replayed in my mind and I yelped.

Crap.

“I meant I gottago.”

And without looking back, I dashed out of the cottage, walking away as fast as I could.

Seriously Anneke?

You gotta BLOW?

When I made it back to the parish, Fleur spotted me first and hurried towards me. “Where have you been? We’ve been—-” Her voice faltered. “Oh. Umm.”

Our brothers were right behind her, and Willem was the first one to reach us.

Fleur paled, and I frowned.What was happening?

Willem glanced at me, and his face became cold. “We should go.”

I thought about asking what was wrong but when I saw my two other brothers become expressionless upon seeing me, I knew that something was up.

“Okay,” I said meekly.

We piled inside the limousine, with my brothers sharing in one row while Fleur and I sat opposite them.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Jaak handed me a handkerchief.

I accepted it, bewildered, even as I blurted out, “But I didn’t cry.”

“No.” Jaak’s tone was ironic. “I’m sure you didn’t, but I’m just as sure someone else did though.”

Nic looked pained. “Echt, Jaak?”Really, Jaak?

And now I was even more confused.

Fleur seemed to take pity on me. “Anneke.” She leaned close, whispering to my ear, “You have something on your face.”

I frowned. “Where?”

She pointed to the corner of my mouth.

I touched the spot, and my fingers encountered something really...sticky.

My brothers stared at me.

And I slowly covered my mouth with a handkerchief.

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