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asked.
    Scarlet licked her lips. “Uh…for the last few months?”
    Tristan looked at the floor as awkwardness bumbled around the room.
    Being emotionally “connected” to your boyfriend’s twin brother didn’t make for comfortable group situations.
    Or one-on-one situations.
    Or any situations involving feelings…or sexual tension….
    Tristan glanced at Scarlet.
    Awkward.
    Nate looked at Scarlet seriously. “You’ve never been able to feel Tristan in your other lives.”
    “I haven’t?” Scarlet‘s eyes widened.
    Ah. Now she understood Tristan’s warning. They were more connected than they were supposed to be and Tristan didn’t want to draw attention to that.
    Oops.
    “No.” Nate shook his head. “This is new. This is… strange. Your connection shouldn’t be so strong. Tristan should be able to feel you. Butyou feeling him? That’s not normal.”
    Great. That’s what Scarlet needed. Another abnormality to add to her ever-growing list of Things-That-Make-Me-Weird.
    Gritting his teeth, Tristan sucked in a strained breath. Scarlet felt another ripple of pain roll over him and it almost caused her knees to buckle.
    How was he not screaming out loud?
    “Something’s wrong.” Nate looked at Tristan’s clenched teeth. “Even with a stronger connection to Scarlet, you shouldn’t be in pain when she’s this close to you.”
    “I’m fine.” Tristan stretched his neck again. “Seriously.” He looked at Scarlet again, his green eyes deep and heavy.
    Less than an hour ago, those green eyes had begged her not to die, begged her not to leave him as they washed over her face.
    Those green eyes had secrets.
    Another wave of pain assaulted Tristan and Scarlet’s lips parted in response.
    Her heart kicked forcefully inside her, drawing her to him with every hot pulse. If she could just touch him, maybe all his torment would go away. If she could just press a fingertip to his cheek…or his chest…or to the dark tattoo he had hidden beneath his torn shirt. The tattoo that wrapped around his hip and dove below his waist….
    Tristan glared at her.
    Right.
    Scarlet blinked herself out of his eyes and back to the present. Nate’s mouth hung open and his brows furrowed as he looked at Tristan.
    Tristan snapped, “Quit staring at me, Nate. I’m fine.”
    Nate squinted at Tristan. “Right.” He turned to Scarlet. “So back to you. You’re, uh…you’re alive.”
    “Yep.” Scarlet nodded, still not believing she had died. “When did I…?”
    “Like, five minutes ago.” Nate looked into the kitchen, where the table was covered in blood. “Your heart stopped beating and then all hell broke loose in the living room and then bam! you just…came back to life. So weird.”
    Scarlet looked at the kitchen and felt sick. Blood was everywhere. On her dress, the table, the floor. Her bare feet were sticky with blood as she shifted her weight. “Are you sure I wasn’t just like…in a coma or something?”
    “Oh, you were dead,” Nate nodded. “You didn’t have a pulse.”
    Scarlet looked at her hands, turning her palms over. “Did my body vanish?”
    “Nope.” Nate scratched the back of his head. “That’s why it’s so weird.” He looked at her eyes again. “How do you feel?”
    “I feel…normal.” She watched Tristan roll his shoulders with his eyes closed. The muscles in his neck shifted beneath the movement.
    Nate twitched his lips. “Hmm.” He went to the kitchen and returned with a small flashlight in his hands. Clicking it on, he started examining her irises, pulling at the skin beneath her eyes to get a better look.
    “Before you died, your eyes were glowing and your nose was bleeding. But now….” He clicked off the flashlight. “Now, you seem healthy.” Nate moved behind Scarlet and slowly peeled away her bandage.
    Ouch.
    “And your wound is completely healed,” he murmured.
    Scarlet slapped a hand to her back and felt around. No scars, no wound…just smooth skin.
    Nate