Page 131 of My Undead Love Life

Luck straightened. “Of course I am.”

“…I hate this,” I muttered.

He smirked faintly. “Yeah. Feelings can be a nightmare.”

A small, pained laugh slipped out of me.

Mad jerked his head toward the hatch. “Come on. You’re not dying of hypothermia over something that might not even happen.”

Luck’s smile faded a little. “We’ve had enough death for a while.”

My throat tightened, and I looked away first. “Yeah,” I muttered. “We have.”

We climbed back down through the hatch, and the relative warmth of the warehouse was a welcomed difference. It was still cold inside, but the lack of wind made a difference. We made our way back to the room and went inside. The room was as dark as I’d left it and just as quiet, filled with the soft sounds of breathing.

Spencer was in the middle of our makeshift floor bed, curled up at Keith’s side with her head tucked under his chin. His arm was wrapped around her, hand moving slowly against her arm in an absent, protective way.

He looked up when we came in. “Hey,” he said quietly.

Mad nodded once. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Keith huffed softly. “Not after you three left.”

Luck shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep either.”

“I noticed,” Keith said.

That made me look at him. He looked tired as hell in the dim light. There were dark shadows beneath his eyes, and his hair was messy from sleep, but his gaze was alert.

I stayed near the back.

Keith’s eyes found mine, and he searched my expression before frowning. “Come here.”

I frowned back. “Why?”

“You look like you’re about to bolt,” he said. “And that would hurt her.”

Luck snorted under his breath.

I rolled my eyes, but I took slow steps forward until I was right in front of them.

Spencer stirred slightly against Keith’s chest. He glanced down at her, then shifted just enough to make room without waking her. He didn’t let go of her, though. I didn’t blame him. If I had thought I’d lost her and then gotten her back, I wasn’t sure I would have let go either.

“I can tell me being alive has really fucked with your head in particular,” Keith said.

“It’s not that.” I tugged my hat off and ran a hand through my hair with a sigh. Snow melted from the ends, cold droplets sliding down my neck. “I’m glad that you’re alive and here for her. She missed you so fucking badly.”

His expression shifted. Pain flickered there. “And I’m glad she had you,” he said quietly.

I didn’t know what to do with that, so I started stripping out of my outer layers like it was suddenly the most important task in the world. Coat. Gloves. Boots. Anything to keep my hands busy. “It’s that I don’t know where we stand with you back,” I admitted.

Keith was quiet for a moment. Luck and Mad settled near the bed, both listening. Neither interrupted.

“I don’t see you as something temporary,” Keith said finally. “And neither does she.”

My chest tightened. “What do you both see us as?”

“I can’t speak for her,” he answered. “But I see you three as men who kept her alive. Men she chose and fell for when I wasn’t here.”