Kyle arched a brow. “You’re not gonna let go of her for the rest of the night, are you?”
“Not if I can help it.”
Kingsley snorted. “Controlling much?”
“Completely,” I said, kissing her forehead.
She was soft and warm and mine. Ours. But right now, I wanted to hold her. Keep her safe. Even if she’d been the one to break us all.
They grumbled but obeyed.
While they stripped the bed and aired out the room, I settled in the big armchair by the window, Kat in my lap, her limbs draped across me like she belonged there. Which she did.
Once the new sheets were on, I tucked her in the center of the bed like the treasure she was. Kingsley fluffed the pillows around her. Keegan arranged the blankets with a little too much reverence. Kyle brushed her hair back from her face.
“She’s gonna sleep
