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Cosette I lift my eyes to glance around the room, my hands moving on their own steady rhythm as I press and knead the dough, humming my little spell for good health and wellness under my breath. The same one I sang to Rhett last night, but softer and steadier now – infusing it into the bread with every press.My gaze immediately finds Matty – how could it not? He’s by far the tallest person in the kitchen right now, smiling broadly as he chats with Juliette, one of our sous-chefs as he carries a huge bag of flour on his shoulder toward me. I laugh a bit, interrupting my song, but that doesn’t matter. I’ve hummed it enough now that the bread is all lovely and fluffy with health and wellness. I shake my head at my big cousin, who already fits in so well.Matty does that, though. Everywhere he goes people seem to like him immediately, flocking to his bright cheer, his easy humor.Which is

Cosette “Look, Cosette, who you date and sleep with is your own business,” Matt says, stepping closer to me.I snap my head up to him. “I’m not sleeping with anyone!”“Cool!” he says, lifting his hands up and nodding slowly to me. “Again, your business! But…if I can give you some advice? From someone who cares?” He places a hand on his chest and looks at me significantly, clearly asking me to understand now that he’s speaking as my family.I sigh and nod, dropping my eyes in embarrassment but giving him permission to go on.“I think you need to stay away from that guy, Cos,” he says softly, his voice worried. “He is…trouble. And I know you’re a goddamn sweetheart and see the best in everyone but kid…” I raise my eyes to Matt’s when his words trail off. “He’s bad n

Matty slowly shakes his head. “They’re not coming back. They’re in jail for life – and now that they’ve got Robby and Fred too?” He grimaces. “It’s just me, you, and Elio left. ‘Brina, we are fucked if anyone ever figures out we’re Lupas. Our best bet right now is to just…lean into these new identities and start new lives. I’ll actually be a kitchen boy – and you can be…I don’t know, an incredible nerd or whatever –““Hey!” I sit straight, my frown deepening.“I’m serious Sabrina,” he says, laughing softly at his own joke even as his gaze is dead serious. “We have to burn bridges if we don’t want to end up in prison as well. Our hands are…not clean. You know dad made sure of that.”I drop my eyes to my covers, my wolf growling and snar

Sabrina “One of the requirements is that they be more physically fit,” he says with a sigh, giving me as big of a hint as he can while still appeasing Rhett. “So, yeah. Qualifiers are going to lean more toward those men and women who have some physical stamina.”“Shoot,” I whisper, leaning back against the couch, my mind spinning. Because I am many things but…fit is not one of them. I mean, it’s not like I’m out of breath after a single flight of stairs, but in the great debate of mind over body? I have by far privileged the mind.“Yeah, you might want to think about getting a trainer,” Rhett mutters.I snap my face to him, giving him my prettiest Betty smile – which very conveniently allows me to bare my teeth. “Are you volunteering?”He lifts those depthless dark green eyes to mine. “You wish.”

SabrinaHe smirks, lifting his chin to a coffee pot in the corner. “You make that, I’ll go brush my teeth. Then we’ll see what skinny little ducky’s got!”I jump up, heading for the coffee machine, desperately pleased that my brother is going to help. I mean, I figured he would. But I tilt my head, considering that I was willing to offer much more to get him to agree.But…Matty probably knew that.I hum a little, turning to watch him head into the bathroom even as I scoop coffee into the filter at the top of the machine, wondering…why he’d agree so easily.Dad raised us better than that. You never agree to the first counter in the negotiation.So…what’s his angle here? *** Forty-five minutes later, I don’t give a damn about Matty’s angle.All I care about