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Her eyes narrow. “What. Does. It. Want?”

I know. Malakai knows. Ezra definitely knows.

Sage looks at our faces. Then understanding dawns.

Her mouth opens. “Oh.”

Ezra immediately says, “No.”

Sage looks at him. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You don’t have to.”

Malakai removes his hand from her and she inhales sharply at the loss.

Interesting. Very fucking interesting.

Ezra points toward the hallway. “Upstairs. Cold shower.”

Sage stares at him. “Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Rhett, shut the fuck up.” He hasn’t even looked at me.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were going to.”

“I was thinking several things.”

“Keep them to yourself.”

Sage pushes away from the counter, but her legs shake beneath her.

I move before anyone else and catch her.

Her hands brace against my chest.

And everything else disappears.

There it is again.

That impossible awareness of her pulse echoing somewhere inside me. The warmth of her palms through my shirt. Every uneven breath between us.

The entire world narrows to the woman in my arms.

Then she looks up at me.

My mask is gone, there’s nothing between us now.

Her gaze drops to my mouth.

The Reaper wakes. Not because the Harvest commands it. Because I want her. And judging by the way her fingers curl into my shirt...she wants something too.

I lower my head, but stop before our mouths touch.

Her breathing catches.