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Hopefully it’s still in one piece.
“Sorry I didn’t call,” I continue.
“Girl, where are you?”
I hesitate, trying to find an answer, but she rushes on before I can speak.
“You’ve got to get home now, okay?”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
She scoffs like it’s too much to explain. “Just get here. Now.”
Chapter 8
Mabel
Ibarely have time to assure Tamira I’m on my way before Phineas is already heading for the door.
I stare at him. “Wait, where are you going?”
“Something is wrong at your house,” he replies like it’s obvious.
“How did you hear that?”
He gives me a dry look, and it takes me a second to place why.
And then I just feel like an idiot.
He’s… whatever the hell he is in Hyde form, and with ears like that, his hearing must be amazing. So much so that maybe it carries over to his Jekyll form too.
But apparently he’s the only one with that advantage. “What’s wrong at her house?” Zeb demands.
“Not sure. We need to go.”
Zeb heads for the door, but Huck hesitates. “Shouldn’t we give her some better clothes now that she’s awake?”
I pause, obscurely grateful he pointed that out. I’m panicking a little bit, but that doesn’t mean I should just rush over there in this dress, looking like roadkill doing the walk of shame.
Zeb nods. “Right. Yeah.” He disappears out the bedroom door, only to reappear a moment later with a bundle of clothes in his hands.
I give him a skeptical look. “You just happened to have clothes here to fit me?”
He grins. “What? We couldn’t make sure the beautiful lady asleep in Phin’s bed had something else to wear?”
I falter, glancing at Phineas. “That was your bed?”
The enormous Jekyll gives a single nod, but the heat in his gaze belies the controlled motion.
It makes my mouth go dry and my insides twist. I genuinely do not know what to say to that—let alone how to feel at the teasing, flirtatious look that’s now taken up residence in Zeb’s eyes—so I just start to go take the clothes.
My leg doesn’t like that plan.
Gasping, I catch myself on the side of the bed as pain rockets through my thigh.
The guys rush toward me immediately.
Before they can get more than a few feet, I’ve already slapped my palm to the ache and snarled a healing spell under my breath.
