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since I came home,” Rohan said, waving his
phone at them.
    Rohan bit the inside of his
cheek so he wouldn't laugh out loud at the expression on his
brothers' faces. Zul and Edriq had both turned a paler shade of pale
and were staring at him like he was about to walk into a battlefield
to take on the entire Slayor army by himself.
    “I thought you were
kidding before, but now you're shitting me, right?” Zul
spluttered. “You think you can learn to do a French braid just
by watching ?”
    Rohan shrugged.
    “There are some things
you can't learn on YouTube,” Edriq said, shaking his head.
    “Geez, if it were that
simple, I'd be a concert pianist by now. Or a master chef, or an
expert crocheter...”
    “You're learning how to
crochet?” Edriq and Rohan turned to gape at Zul.
    Zul sniffed and folded his
arms defensively across his massive chest. “It relaxes me.”
    Rohan sighed and cracked his
knuckles. “Okay, I'd better go up to Tessa's room now.”
    Edriq stepped in front of him
and held up two fingers. “If you're not out in two...”
    “I can't braid Tessa's
hair in two minutes,” Rohan protested.
    “Two hours ,”
Edriq said grimly. “If you're not out in two hours, we're
going in.”

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

    Rohan rolled his eyes at his
brothers. Geez, he was just going into his daughter's room to braid
her hair. He didn't need to be rescued. These guys were
overreacting.
    “Relax, what could go
wrong?” Rohan wasn't sure if he was assuring his brothers or
himself.
    “We'll be right here,”
Zul said with a smirk. “Watching YouTube videos!”
    Edriq smacked Zul upside the
head for his smart-assery. “Just holler if you need us,”
he told Rohan.
    “I won't need you.
Besides, neither of you know how to braid a five-year-old's hair,”
Rohan tossed out as he started up the stairs.
    “No. But I can
distract her from the disastrous hairdo which you are about to
inflict upon her. I can only hope the poor girl won't be scarred for
life,” Zul called out.
    “Not helpin',”
Rohan growled from the top of the stairs.
    Taking a deep, steadying
breath, Rohan bravely stepped into his daughter's room.
    With the softest click, the
door closed.
    In the kitchen, Zul resumed
eating while Edriq paced in circles. “You're making me
nervous,” Zul growled. “Just sit your ass down, man.
You gave him two hours.”
    “Yeah, but...”
    “Two. Hours.”
Zul tapped at his watch. “I've set the alarm. At exactly,
oh-eight-hundred hours, we move in. Now, eat. We need the energy to
deal with whatever's comin'.”
    One hour later, Tessa's room
door remained closed.
    Zul and Edriq crouched
outside the door.
    All was quiet.
    There were no blood-curdling
screams and hysterical sobs from the room.
    They took that as a good
sign.
    Thirty-seven minutes and
forty-nine seconds later, the door flew open and Rohan staggered out
from his daughter's bedroom.
    He stumbled into the kitchen
where Zul and Edriq were waiting anxiously for him.
    One look at him and Zul
rushed into Tessa's bedroom in full uncle mode, all ready to do some
serious comforting and cajoling and contain whatever damaged he'd
wrought.
    Edriq took Rohan by the arm
and made him sit down. “You did your best,” Edriq said
somberly. “I'm sure...”
    Before Edriq could finish,
Tessa came skipping down the stairs, leaving a slack-jawed Zul in her
wake.
    She did a perfect pirouette
in front of Edriq and beamed. “Look at my hair, Uncle Edriq!
Daddy did it! He braided my hair beautifully! It took him a few
tries to get it right, but he did it! Do I look like a princess?”
    Edriq gawked at Tessa's
intricate French braid and opened and closed his mouth like a
goldfish. After a minute, he finally found his voice. “Yes!
You look very nice. Very nice indeed!”
    Tessa giggled and ran to grab
Edriq's hand. “Let's go, Uncle Edriq. I don't want to be
late.”
    They usually took turns
dropping Tessa off at her kindergarten. Hunting Slayors at night
meant they had to