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Hattie cut in, “How old were you when it happened, Anabel?”
“Eighteen.” The blonde sighed. “I always die young, and I always die hard. My hope is that I’ll one day live to be a ripe old age but, given our present circumstances, I don’t believe that’ll happen in this lifetime.”
Delilah gave her a soft smile. “We’ll miss you when you’re gone, if that helps.”
Anabel fired her a glare. “It doesn’t.”
“Stop giving me hate eyes. You adore me really.”
A snort. “What’s there to adore?”
“Ooh, now that was bitchy. Is this how you behaved toward that poor shark?”
Anabel lunged at Delilah, but Xavier slid between them and ushered the blonde backwards as she growled, “Just let me kill her, no one will care.”
Wynter arched a brow at a grinning Delilah. “This makes you happy? Really?”
“Really,” Delilah confirmed.
God, the woman was a trial. “There are so many things wrong with you I don’t know where to begin.”
“Yeah, I hear that often,” said Delilah, sounding awful smug about it.
Done washing the dishes, Wynter wiped her hands on a kitchen towel. “Apologize to Anabel.”
Rolling her eyes, Delilah turned to the blonde. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”
Anabel set her fists on her hips. “Are you actually sorry, though? Ever? About anything?”
“It’s rare, but it happens,” said Delilah. “An empty apology still has meaning, though, right?”
“No,” barked Anabel. “No, it really doesn’t.”
“Why not? It’s the thought that counts. Isn’t that how the saying goes?”
Wynter groaned. “I swear, you two could argue about anything. Likeliterallyanything.”
Anabel frowned. “We’re notthatbad.”
“You both fought over a cushion this morning.A cushion.” It had been exhausting watching them quibble like children. “There are two other fucking identical cushions in the same damn room.”
“Well, I had it first,” claimed Delilah … which Anabel quickly denied, and so they began to argue yet again.
Wynter was about to break it up, but then an alarm began blaring loudly from outside. Everyone went quiet.
She’d been warned about the potential of an alarm going off sometime soon. According to Cain, there were plenty of scouts roaming the border to keep a lookout for the Aeons. Apparently, they were finally here. Or, at the very least, they were heading in the direction of the town.
Her gut rolling, Wynter swept her gaze along her crew, taking in their now-grim expressions. “You all sure you want to be part of this?”
“We’re sure,” said Anabel.
“There’s no way you’re going into any kind of battle without us,” Delilah declared.
Xavier nodded. “We went over this earlier.”
“Three times,” Hattie chipped in.
Wynter raised her hands. “I was just checking.”
