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That helped. A little. I was looking down at my feet. “Okay.”

Riot nodded. “Same rule next door. Reach out first, think later. The boys got some good training in. Micah almost took two minutes to get his gun out, locked and loaded.”

“Hey,” Micah muttered. “Don’t pick on me, I’m tired.”

“It’s good for ‘em,” Riot told me with a soft smile. “So never hesitate, babygirl. You scream, you call, you let us know.”

I nodded for him.

Marion’s gaze moved over me. “You’re sleeping at ours.”

“No.”

“Yes,” Clayton said.

“No.” I looked at Chief by accident.

He was already looking at me. His face was unreadable.

His eyes weren’t. The look again.

Waiting. Checking. I hated it.

“I’m not leaving my house because I had a nightmare.”

Nobody corrected me. That bothered me more than if they had.

Sunshine finally said, “Then I’m sleeping with you.”

“Mom.”

“I gave birth to you. I’ve seen worse.”

Clayton snorted.

I glared at him.

There. Normal. For one second.

“I don’t need you to sleep with me,” I told her firmly.

She didn’t like it, but she nodded.

Dad insisted on clearing my room again before any of us went back down the hall.

Riot went with him.

Chief tried.

Dad stopped him. “Stay with her.”

Chief obeyed.

That left us in the living room.

Too many people at four in the morning.

Not enough. I sat on the couch.