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“We don’t heal like humans, Addie. Why so shocked? I would have thought you would have noticed. Eli does most of the cooking,” Cyrus says, and I close my mouth.

“I never really paid attention. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Used to it. It just feels hot but not painful,” Eli says with a shrug, grabbing some wine glasses.

He grabs a bottle of wine from the rack, holding it up.

“Drink?” he asks, and I shrug.

I used to have a few wines with mom after Maya went to sleep, but I haven’t had a drop since meeting them.

Eli fills the glasses before handing me one. I take a sip, the fruity flavors dancing on my tongue before I start dishing out dinner. Eli sets the table, and Cyrus helps me carry the plates out.

“How come you guys were late today?” I ask, sitting down.

“The company is under investigation. The meeting went longer than I thought it would,” Eli replies.

“Why are you under investigation?”

“Someone hacked into a government database using one of our servers,” Eli says, not looking all that bothered.

“Do you know who?”

He shakes his head. “Nope, but we will figure it out.”

I nod, digging into my dinner.

* * *

The next few days pass by quickly. Each day, they leave before I wake up, and each day, Sam comes over. He stops harassing me about leaving them, and I fall into a comfortable routine of them leaving and Sam keeping me company.

Having Sam around, I realize how much I’ve actually missed his company. I can tell him anything and know he won’t judge… well, except when it comes to them.

Getting out of bed just in time to hear a knock on the door, I quickly throw my jeans on and a singlet before racing down and ripping the door open.

My heart skips a beat, the excited smile vanishing from my face when I see it is Cyrus.

“Bloody left my phone here,” he says before looking at me. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I look nervously out the door, praying Sam won’t show up. Cyrus retrieves his phone before coming back down. He kisses my head before walking out the door, and I let out the breath I haven’t realized I’ve been holding.

About ten minutes later, I hear another knock on the door and open it to find Sam standing there.

“I swear I just drove past Cyrus,” he says, looking at the road.

“You did? Did he see you?” I ask nervously.

“Don’t think so, but I doubt he would have been looking out for me anyhow,” he says, and I nod.

I walk into the kitchen, turning the kettle on and making coffee.

“So, what do you want to do today?” he asks.

“Don’t you get bored sitting around the house with me? What about work?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “I get to spend time with you. That’s all that matters.”

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”