"I'm fine," Dev's voice groaned as Zeke disappeared around the corner of the hallway leading to the front door.
"The f**k you are," Arielle and Zeke said.
I heard him groan and the shuffle of clothing.
"Don't make it any worse--"
"I'm not--"
"D', I swear to the goddess," Zeke snarled, his voice a low rumble.
Arielle walked in dressed in a cute lounge set, her hair pulled back from her face in a half up, half down look. She smiled, shaking her head. Behind her, Zeke came back with Dev curled in his arms. He was clearly tired and he looked worse for wear.
"This got a little hectic, I just---"
"I already told you I was letting Zeke deal with you," Arielle said, waving her hand.
"You're hurt," Zeke said. "How bad is it?"
"I'm not bleeding, just a cracked rib," Dev said.
"And no
