Page 70 of My Undead Love Life

I dragged a hand through my hair and leaned back against the pillows, looking up at the shadowed ceiling of the jewelry store. “For the record, if she does decide she likes one of us, I’m going to be very mature about it.”

Mad gave me a dry look.

“What?” I asked. “I said I’d be very mature.”

A faint smile tugged at his mouth before it faded. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Neither do I.”

“I mean by us.”

My smile dropped. “I don’t want that either.”

Mad nodded. “Good.”

“I need a nickname,” I muttered.

Mad frowned. “What?”

“For Spencer. You have flare. Oxi has snowfire. I have nothing.”

His brow furrowed. “That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“No. I’m thinking about a lot of things. That’s just the least emotionally devastating one.” I huffed.

Mad stared at me for a second before shaking his head.

“What about sunshine?” I asked.

“No.”

“Too cheerful?”

“Too obvious.”

“Ember?”

“That’s too close to flare.”

“Blade?”

“She’s not a weapon.”

I pointed at him. “But she can wield one.”

He shrugged, but the corner of his mouth twitched again.

I looked toward the roof access. “I’ll think of something.”

Mad followed my gaze. “I’m sure you will.”

In a world full of frozen corpses, undead predators, and grief that could wake a strong woman with a devastating scream, waiting for the right moment felt both necessary and impossible.

But for Spencer, we would.

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SPENCER