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Fucking hell. Vandy heard “make sure Anders comes home alone” and fucking ran with it…

“Good for them,” I say, my voice pitching slightly. “As long as that short fuck stays away from my boy.”

Vandy did what had to be done. I could probably give him a million dollars right now.

Anders rolls his eyes, melting back against me after stealing another piece of steak, completely at ease in a way I haven’t seen in months. “You’re a fucking lunatic.”

“I’m possessive,” I murmur softly, brushing my nose against his cheek and squeezing him tighter. “You’re my baby. I did what I had to do.”

He sighs. “I hate how good it made me feel to know you would do something like that,” he confesses.

The words settle between us. I wish they didn’t make me so fucking happy either. I wish I didn’t love hearing that he’d wanted me to fight for him. But I do.

“I’m sorry.” I kiss him gently on the cheek, letting my lips linger for a moment. “I’m sorry,” I whisper this time. “For everything.”

He turns his head and gives me a tender look, sliding his hand up my jaw and tilting my head up. “I’ll forgive you,” he whispers into my ear. A brief pause, but then I can tell he’s holding back a smirk. “I’ll forgive you if you’ll let me do something.”

“Do what?” I gulp. From the way he’s looking at me, I’m genuinely horrified.

Instead of answering, Anders hops off my lap and immediately holds his hand out. “Shower.”

The look he gives me sends heat crawling straight down my spine.

Well. That’s fucking new…

“To kill me?” I ask.

“It might,” is all he says, giving me a terrifying grin. “Davai, Petchka.”

CHAPTER 34

THIS IS THE END

PARKER

“This is demeaning.”

“It’s part of the process,” Anders argues.

“You’re spraying the shower head right up my fucking ass,” I mutter sharply, adding a “sweetheart,” and clearing my throat at the end to lighten the mood.

I’m gripping onto the shower tile for dear life as Anders is popping a squat and giving me possibly the worst rinsing of my entire life.

“Oh, so for you, it’s an ass…” Anders mutters flatly. “But for me—she’s a pussy.”

I hide my amusement and force myself to harden my expression. “Yep.”

“Why?”

“Because, uhh—fuck, Anders. Go back to the other setting.”

He’s going to murder me. This is the end.

“I asked you a question, you big fucking baby,” he laughs, lessening the water pressure. I’m pretty sure he had it on the fucking jet setting.

“You fuck a pussy,” I explain, balling my hands into fists. “So in the context⁠—”

“All animals are equal,” Anders cuts me off. “But some animals are more equal than others…”