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I’ve just reached the door when it flies open. I jolt back, surprised.
Ford stands in the doorframe, somehow seeming to take up the entire open space.
“You’re awake,” he notes.
“I am,” I reply.
We’re clearly gifted conversationalists.

“Good, because—”
The warm blanket that’s holding me up makes a noise of alarm.
“Trin! Trin! Stay with me! Beck, get us out of here, she’s fading!”

Well, thank Heaven for that. Or, well, thank someone. Thank me? Sure, we’ll go with that, I closed the portals. Thank me!
“She’s proud of herself. I think she succeeded,” someone comments.
Ry… It’s Ry. Only don’t call him that. Not usually. But right now, I want to call him Ry, because it sounds casual and sweet, and I want him to be sweet with me.

I should be the one to steal the crystal, I say instead of doing any of that.
When Nix translates, Trinity’s brows pull together. “Are you sure? That’s probably the most dangerous part of the mission.”

A fresh wave of envy washes through me, and I wish I were Beckett or Ryland or even Ford. I would stride across the room and lift her from Nix’s lap, then settle into a chair with her on mine, my arms around her and her perfect ass nestled against me.

He’s so babygirl

them—and like so many other things, I coveted that too. The envy that has infected my soul since my creation tells me constantly that others are more deserving of success, of love, of happiness. That those things will never be mine.

All of my brothers have feelings for her.
Just like I do.
When I first met the angel, I thought the feelings she stirred in me were because of the jealousy I often feel toward my brothers. I saw the way she looked at them, the way she was affected by

Chapter Twenty-Four
Knight

Can’t wait to see his POV

“Morning,” I mumble, trying to contain the sudden racing of my heart. I turn to sit down, looking for which seats are unoccupied, but before I can claim one, Nix tugs me down to sit on his lap instead.
“Oh, are you a cuddler in the mornings?” I tease.
“I’m lazy, of course I am.” Nix keeps one arm wrapped around me as his other hand sneaks up to steal some of my bacon.

Still staring at the door, I sink back down onto the mattress. Remi shifts in his sleep, pulling me a little closer, which makes Nix give a sleepy noise of confusion and nuzzle against my neck. I feel like melting, like I might dissolve into a puddle right here between them.