Seventy-two.

Stella POV.

My uncle managed to calm me enough to get some sleep, I'm sharing a room with the two boys, and the room has two beds in it, but we agreed on pushing the bed near each other and sleeping all three of us together.

"Milo, stop hovering her, she's mine too," James groans, trying to pull me toward her, they had me sandwiched between them, and they're not letting me go, I groaned, not liking the feeling of being fought over like a small doll.

"Guys," I groaned.

"You got her the same as me," Milo whines, sounding like a kid who's fighting over a toy.

"I only got her back, I want to hold her," James objects, I roll my eyes at them two.

"If you two gonna keep fighting, I'm gonna sleep alone," I objected, I hated sleeping alone, and I didn't want to sleep alone, but I didn't want them to fight over me either.

"You're not going to sleep alone," Milo growls at me.

"Said who? You two keep fighting like kids and call me the little one," I groan at them two, this wasn't fair at all.

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