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We leave the garage together and make our way through the clubhouse, the place quieter now, most of the brothers either gone to bed or scattered somewhere beyond the main room. Echo stays beside me the whole way, our joined hands swinging slightly between us while that low hum keeps moving back and forth beneath my ribs.

By the time we reach the hallway, I’m already preparing myself to let go.

Her room is one way.

Mine is the other.

I slow where we’re supposed to split and look down at our hands before lifting my eyes to hers.

Echo takes one step toward her room, and my fingers start to loosen.

Hers tighten.

I look down.

She gives my hand a small tug in the opposite direction.

Toward my room.

My eyes lift to hers. A faint flush works its way into her cheeks, but she holds my stare. “Can I come with you?”

Well, fuck.

The smile gets away from me before I can stop it.

Echo catches it immediately. “Don’t make it weird.” I lift an eyebrow. “That smile is making it weird.” I widen it mischievously. “Asshole,” she chimes.

I squeeze her hand, lead her down the hall, and she follows.

My room is dark when I push open the door, moonlight cutting through the gap in the curtains and leaving enough light to find our way around without waking half the clubhouse.

Echo walks in ahead of me, but once the door closes, some of that confidence slips. She turns toward me, fingers twisting together in front of her. “Can you just hold me tonight?”

Everything inside me stills.

Her gaze drops briefly before coming back. “I want to sleep in your arms.” She gives me a small, uncertain smile. “Is that weird?”

Weird?

I spent most of my life with a hellhound clawing around inside me, hellfire in my veins, and enough restless energy running through my body to make sitting still feel like fucking punishment. And she’s asking if I want to lie down with her wrapped around me all night.

I honestly can’t think of anything I want more.

Fucking fantastic time to be unable to say it.

I step closer instead, reaching for her hand and pressing her palm flat against the center of my chest.

Something between us catches immediately.

The answering vibration rolls beneath her hand, and something changes in her face. Her shoulders soften. “Okay,” she whispers.

I haven’t moved.

I haven’t given her a single fucking signal.

My brow pulls together.

Echo smiles. “I felt it.”