“I've got him,” Lilith says and I'm not the only one that blinks stupidly at her as she kicks off her red heels and leaves them next to our living room couch. Somehow, I like that, seeing a woman's shoes mixed in with Ransom's boots and Cope's blue Chucks. I scowl. What a stupid fucking thought. “You don't even know Pax,” I snap at her as she ties her hair back with a band she pulls out of her bra. I hate that my eyes track the movement of her fingers between her breasts. “No, but I know what it's like to feel the way he feels. I lost my sister, too.” “That was four years ago,” I snap and
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