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The conversation drifted away, and I listened quietly. I wasn’t sure if I needed to stay in the room all day or if I was supposed to go work with Dad. It seemed like I’d been doing everything wrong lately, and I didn’t want to add to my running list of mistakes.

If she was here to sabotage us, she wouldn’t have saved my life, One, my third favorite, reminds him.Three has no retort to that.

Damn it. No more numbers.You never told us who was who. Just Two and Four. That story was hard to follow with all the numbers, Jude says, smirking a little.I told them who One was; they just weren’t paying attention when I referred to him, obviously.

Are you in my head? I ask him, since he sort of echoed my thoughts just now.He frowns. No. Then he looks at them.

Then they all look at me.

What? I prompt.Really? I thought it was because my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, I deadpan.

He blinks a few times, and Gage snorts. I smile up at Death, who…is still glaring.When you say things like that with a straight face, I half worry you’re serious, he says as he shakes his head and blows out a breath of frustration.

I am serious. I’m vain like that. Didn’t you hear? It’s one of my impurities, I tell him as I push away from him, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tightly in a hug that he would likely despise.There’s a knock at the door, and we all swing our gazes to it. Gage hops up to swing it open, and there stands Lamar.