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one. Most of the clothes were so ornate I couldn’t
even imagine ever wearing anything like them. I wondered if they would be very
offended if I went down for my bag.
    “You think this is bad then you
should see Jezabell’s closet. It’s the size of my room- our room rather. She has
a strange affliction for wearing wedding dresses.” Wow . “There’s some
things you should like towards the back. I made sure Lara took care of that for
you. Jez is the flamboyant one of the two.” Sadly, he went on to get dressed.
    Grumbling, “When?” I went to the
back as he directed to pick out a shirt. Though it was made of pure Egyptian
cotton, I found a tank top was pretty much my style.
    Since when do clothes have thread
counts? My eyes rolled. The cut was simple enough. Black
with a square neck, long on the lips and covered in a webby delicate lace that
I thought might have been made from silk. The Italian label confirmed it. It
felt like a custom fit. The straps weren’t sizable like most. It clung to my
figure just perfectly. Of course, that figure had toned out a lot in the last few
days.
    Next, I pulled out a pair of boy
cut underwear made of lace. Every single pair was either lace or silk I noticed
with a roll of my eyes. Oh, wrong. A few were leather. I cringed. What’s wrong
with cotton?
    Finding a pair of jeans, another
designer French label, I pulled them on uncertainly. They were a dark midnight
blue. Not a bit faded or torn up like my old ones.
    Oh no, I hadn’t bought them that
way. Why bother? I managed that through wear and tear. These, too, were a
perfect fit though. It was just a bit strange and nearly creepy that they knew
my exact size in everything.
    Checking the mirror, I looked over
to Damien. He wore dark blue jeans, a black tee shirt. Once more, Damn .
    It was a long time before he
answered my question. “Soon as I realized you weren’t... When I knew you were
going to turn, I called Jezabell. Once your body finally began to heal, I knew
you would survive the change.” As he turned to me, I saw his mouth was a hard
line. His brow furrowed deeply by the memory.
    “You called them? I don’t remember
that.” Biting down on my bottom lip, I looked over to him, strangely nervous.
    Even though the clothes were simple
enough, there were still a bit more extravagant than I was used to. He didn’t
answer my actual question. “You look good enough to eat,” Damien spoke with a
slow wicked grin twisting his lips into a smirk.
    “You already did that,” I shot back
with a twisted smile.
    “Once is never enough.” Holding his
hand out for mine, we walked casually out of the room and down the stairs hand
in hand.

 

     
    As we walked, I felt a strange
tingling at the back of my neck. My grip on Damien’s hand became tight. His
muscles flexed defensively in response from my nervousness as he looked to
follow my eyes. He whispered only low enough for me to hear. I hoped. “No
worries. That’s Hendrick. And to his left is Phoenix. They’re my brothers, Anna,
and now they’re yours as well.”
    Hendrick stood over seven feet
tall, maybe closer to eight actually. His shoulders were similar to that of a
bull. All eyes were on me. He gave me a soft nod. For the moment, he stayed
quiet as he notably read the anxiety in my electric eyes.
    Hendrick was burly with a hard square
jaw. Skin the richest shade of mocha. Deep-set dark chocolate eyes made his
features much warmer. Thick lips were the same shade as his eyes. His head was
completely shaved. Hendrick tried to look kindly at me, almost apologetic. Maybe
he could read minds, too. Great just what I needed, another mind reader.
Sorry Damien.
    Damien held back the laughter but
his shoulders gave him away with a slight shake as his lips tugged into a
smirk. “He’s not like me. Just incredibly observant. Never underestimate
Hendrick. Believe me, he tends to surprise us all.” My eyes forced to pull away
from Hendrick, scanning to Phoenix.
    Dangerous. He