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“Could everybody maybe stop fucking looking?”

That gets them moving, although mostly it means a collection of grown supernatural men suddenly discover fascinating things on the walls, floor, and ceiling.

Everyone except Ruckus.

He’s still staring at what’s left of the bed. “You broke the fucking frame.”

Carnage’s head slowly turns toward him. His hand reaches blindly across the floor beside the mattress until his fingers close around a piece of splintered wood.

Raze sees it at the same time I do. “Carnage, don’t you fucking dare.”

The wood sails across the room anyway, and Ruckus ducks with a bark of laughter as it smacks into the wall behind him before dropping to the floor.

“Okay, okay.” Ruckus straightens, both hands raised as his grin gets wider. “Congratulations, brother.”

Carnage gives him the finger without shifting an inch from where he’s covering me, and I give up trying to salvage what remains of my dignity and bury my burning face against his chest. “I’m never leaving this room again.”

His body moves with another silent laugh, which really isn’t helping.

“All right, you pack of fucking perverts, that’s enough.” Roxy pushes her way through the bodies crowded around the doorway with Cali right behind her. She gets two steps into the room, takes in the wreckage, Carnage hovering over me, and the collection of idiots still trying very hard to pretend they aren’t looking, then turns straight back toward the door. “Show’s over. Everybody out.”

Cali needs even less time to understand what’s happening. “You heard her. Move your asses before Carnage finds something bigger to throw.” She starts physically herding brothers toward the hallway while Roxy goes after Ruckus.

“But the bed,” Ruckus protests as she shoves him toward the door. “I have legitimate structural questions.”

“You have exactly zero questions that need answering,” Cali grumbles.

“I just want to know how they did that?”

Roxy pushes harder. “You can spend the rest of your life wondering.”

“That seems unnecessarily cruel.”

“You’ll survive.”

Cali gets a hand between Wreck’s shoulder blades and steers him through the doorway while he’s still laughing hard enough that his shoulders shake.

Scar follows behind them, stepping over a chunk of what used to be the bedframe on his way out.

Raze stops beside it. He looks down at the splintered wood, then across at the shattered window before his gaze travels slowly up to the cracked ceiling. “I swear to fucking God,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “If I have to explain to an insurance company that a hellhound and a siren blew apart an entire bedroom because they couldn’t keep their supernatural shit under control…”

Maul pauses in the doorway. “Pretty sure you leave out the part about the hellhound and siren.”

Raze shoots him a look. “Thanks, Maul. That was the part I was struggling with.”

“Happy to help.”

“And who the fuck is fixing the bed?”

From beneath Carnage, I feel his chest start shaking again.

Raze catches it. “You think this is funny?”

Carnage lifts his head and gives him a completely unapologetic grin.

Raze points at him. “You’re fixing the fucking bed.” Carnage’s grin gets wider. “And the window.”

One eyebrow rises.