Page 210 of Boys Who Hunt

Max just grins awkwardly, making me laugh.

“He’s an obsessed little twink,” Heath says.

“Heath!” I stop in my tracks. “Oh my God, you did not just say that.”

Heath shrugs again.

Max chuckles. “Twink? Hmm. It does have a ring to it.”

“Really?” I mutter.

“Fine then, little twink, guard our little thief,” Heath says, adding another wink while he comes to walk beside me. “If those fuckers came to attack her out on the street, they’re definitely not afraid to try it here.”

“C’mon, guys, I’m fine,” I say.

“Let me do this, please,” Max says, grabbing my hand. “Just for now.”

“And me,” Heath says, grabbing my other hand. “I don’t fucking care how long, as long as you’re safe.”

Before I know it, they’ve pulled me inside against my will.

“But wait, what if someone sees us like this?”

“You’re mine, and I don’t care who sees,” Heath says.

“Ours,” Max corrects.

“Fine. Butyou’remine too,” Heath growls, making Max blush too.

“Wow …” The unimpressed mumblings from a partially green-haired bombshell known as Sunny Reed standing in the corner make me swallow away the lump in my throat. “Two guys, huh?”

“It’s none of your business, Sunny,” Heath retorts.

“Uh, did you forget he’s my brother?” she retorts, pushing herself off the wall to get in their way. “Anything he does, I make it my business.”

“Whatever. Just don’t get in our way,” Heath says.

Sunny grabs Max’s arm, stopping us all. “Are you okay, lil’ bro? Just say the magic word.”

“Magic word?” I mumble.

She looks me up and down, slightly less unimpressed but with an obvious smirk on her face. “I guess you’ll do.”

Wow. I don’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. Maybe both.

“I’m proud of you, lil’ bro,” she says, slapping him on the chest a couple of times. “But she’s got her other hand locked with Heath-Emo-Ledger over here, and I don’t know if you intended to share?”

“Ledger?!” Heath growls. “My name is Heath fucking Preston.”

“Relax, wrinkle-dick, I wasn’t talking to you,” Sunny says, lowering her eyes at him.

Heath’s hand squeezes mine. “You fuckin—”

“She’s my sister, Heath. Please keep it civil,” Max says, putting his hand against Heath’s chest right before he’s about to barge over to her.

“Civil?!” Heath growls. “You heard what she called me!”

Sunny laughs. “Be glad. I rarely give anyone a compliment like that.”