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walked over to her, snatched the empty plate, unzipped her coat with a quick drop of his hand then wrenched it over her head…she was fairly sure her face mirrored Kerestyan’s with astounding accuracy.
    When he grabbed at the hem of her first shirt, she jumped back and smacked his hand. “What the hell are you doing?”
    A rather animalistic and equally as unsettling growl rumbled in his throat. “I can’t buy you clothes if I can’t see what size you are. And I swear to God, if you so much as touch me again, I’ll smear you from one end of this penthouse to the other.”
    Much to her relief, Kerestyan collared Odin from behind and yanked him back. “Logan, would you be so kind as to strip down to a single layer, please?”
    She smiled at him. “Why yes, Kerestyan, because you asked so nicely and didn’t start ripping off my clothes, I’d be more than happy to fulfill your polite request.”
    Odin pushed the now laughing Kerestyan away. “You two sarcastic bitches deserve each other.”
    By the time Logan had removed shirts one through six, all of which ranged an odd span of colors and sizes, the laughter had faded and both men were staring at her. One mouth hung open while the other formed a thin line of disapproval.
    She smoothed the long sleeve of her tight, orange t-shirt. “What? You’ve never seen a woman wear more than one shirt before?”
    Odin’s mouth closed and opened a few times before words finally came out. “She’s like a fuckin’ seven layer burrito someone forgot was in the back of the fridge for six months.”
    She had to laugh. How could she not with such vivid imagery coming from someone who dressed like he was going on an unholy crusade at any moment? “It’s February in New York. Considering I sleep wherever I can, which is mainly outside or in buildings that don’t have electricity, learning to layer is essential.”
    He actually snorted. “So is eating, Bones. Did you ever try that?”
    She stepped back when Odin squatted in front of her and moved to poke her, having learned her lesson about smacking him. “Stop it.”
    It may have stopped him from touching her, but it didn’t stop him from staring at her chest and abdomen like she was a science project. “I think I can actually see all of her ribs.” He stood up, inhaled a deep breath through his nose then returned to Kerestyan’s side. “You should probably call Vouclade.”
    Kerestyan nodded. “Agreed. Are you returning to the castle tonight?”
    “Yeah, after I get her the clothes you asked for. Want me to tell him to stop by in the morning?”
    “If you would, please.”
    Not that she was part of the conversation anymore, but she had to point it out. “It is morning. And because I just have to ask, who’s Vouclade and why is he in a castle?”
    Odin grinned. “Not your morning, our morning. Vouclade is our brother, and he’s in the castle because he lives there.”
    She squeezed her eyes closed then opened them slowly. “You’re two thirds of triplets?”
    This time, it was Kerestyan who smiled at her. “Vouclade is our brother in blood, not birth. Odin and I are brothers in both.”
    Logan rubbed a hand down her face. Vampires, castles and blood brothers. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
    And where did names like Odin and Vouclade come from?
    She splayed her fingers and peeked between them. “I take it you’re named after the Greek God of War, Odin?”
    His face scrunched up in a most unattractive way. “What is this, mix and match mythology hour? Do I look Greek to you?” She didn’t have time to answer. “I’m a fucking Norseman, not some Greek pussy.” He fisted a hand and slammed it against his chest plate. “I wasn’t named after Odin, I am Odin.”
    She dropped her hand, eyes immediately jumping to Kerestyan as if she needed his affirmation. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    He raised a hand and rubbed the back of his neck. “I assure you, he was only worshiped as a God because