Page 84 of My Undead Love Life

I looked at him. “I am.”

“I’m in,” Luck said quickly. “Very in. Extremely in. Trying to be respectful about how in.”

Spencer laughed weakly. “Good.”

A faint smile curved on Mad’s mouth. “We’ll figure this out.”

“We’ll make rules,” I said.

Everyone looked at me.

“What?” I shrugged. “I grew up rich and traumatized. Rules are comforting when they aren’t being weaponized.”

“That’s actually fair,” Spencer murmured.

Mad nodded slowly. “Rules tomorrow. Sleep tonight.”

“Good,” Luck sighed, flopping back with dramatic relief. “Because I’m emotionally exhausted, sexually frustrated, and still cold.”

Spencer’s face went red again.

I smirked. “Subtle.”

“I’m not known for my filter.”

Mad wrapped an arm around her slowly, giving her every chance to change her mind.

She didn’t.

Luck settled on my other side.

I tucked the blanket around Spencer’s shoulder and leaned in to press one last kiss to her temple. “Sleep, snowfire,” I murmured.

Her fingers found mine under the blanket.

Mad’s arm tightened around her.

Luck’s foot bumped mine beneath the comforter, and he muttered an apology, “Sorry I’m looking for her feet.”

For the first time in a long time, the silence that settled over us didn’t feel agonizing. It felt like the beginning of something potent.

Maybe that was dangerous, but it sure as hell was worth protecting. And I knew without a doubt that I would do anything to make it work.

16

SPENCER

The sky hung low and heavy above us in a mass of dark gray that deepened to charcoal toward the north. Every gust dragged loose snow across the rooftop in thin, restless sheets, making the concrete hiss beneath our boots.

I hugged my arms tighter around myself as we scanned the horizon one last time.

The city looked different without the horde filling it. The streets below were scarred with the evidence of where they’d been, though. Snow had already been churned into gray slush, packed down by thousands of dragging feet. Stragglers lay half-buried in places, frozen in unnatural positions. The air still carried the faint, sour rot I didn’t think would ever be erased.

But the moving horde was gone. For the first time in two months, the streets didn’t look impossible to travel.

“I think we’re good,” Mad said. His voice sent a strange, hollow chill through me. He hadn’t really looked at me since last night…after I’d kissed Oxi and woke Luck and him up.

Heat crept up my neck even in the freezing wind. I’d told them I wanted them all.