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against our laws for humans to know about us, so I flicked a protective, warning glance at each of them. “He’s never said anything to anyone, and he won’t. He’s actually a good friend of mine, as much a protector as he is a man of honor. He would never do anything to harm me.”
    King Balar watched under hooded lids, his voice quiet. “You’re immortal. Becoming attached to a human isn’t wise. For either of you.”
    King Jerome grunted. “As much as it pains me to admit it, he’s right.”
    I took another long drink, nodding. “I know.”
    King Balar’s white loose curls swayed gently around his face as he shook his head. “But do you know there’s only one eventual route?”
    I cast a cross expression in his direction. “Pretending I’m dead, or disappearing, aren’t the only solutions. We do live in the age of technology. I don’t have to just vanish.” I waved an agitated hand. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
    A white brow lifted, King Balar’s head cocking, his manner turning quietly intimate. “While King Jerome may only wish to do his duty with you in your bed,” he ignored when King Jerome snorted, tossing him a venomous glance, “I’ll take you to bed for the mere pleasure of it.”
    I blinked slowly, then my lips twitched, peering directly into stunning ice blue eyes. “I’m not drunk enough to dance with you.” I shrugged again when his gaze narrowed. “Oh, the irony.” My gaze swung back to the pile of cash before me, and I rolled a finger. “Can I get in on this game if you two are planning to drink all my booze?”
    Both went quiet, their brows puckering.
    They stared at the game before them.
    I chuckled. “Are you leaving now that no one’s having fun in my bed tonight?”
    King Balar’s nose had scrunch before he peered up at King Jerome, who rubbed at his shadow of a beard growing in the late hour, both staring silently into each other’s eyes.
    I grabbed my wallet, and began counting the meager bills inside. “Figure it out amongst yourselves by the time I fix the board.” I surveyed their cash before me. “I really wouldn’t mind playing.”
    When my bedroom door slammed against the wall in the middle of the night, my eyes flew open. I jerked upright in the center of my bed. The overhead light came on, making me rub my eyes against the abrupt shine.
    “What the hell is going on?” King Jerome grumbled sleepily next to me on my left, not lifting his head, even though he had a gun raised to the door—I was unclear where that had come from.
    King Balar lowered his own gun, his head flopping back on the pillow directly on my right, grousing, “Queen Clover, what the fuck are you doing in here?” He peered at my clock on the nightstand. “At three-fifteen in the morning?”
    Callie stood motionless in the doorway, her jaw hanging, while she glanced between the Kings lying on either side of me. Blinking rapidly, peering a bit wide-eyed, she muttered, “I came here…” Her mouth bobbed again, and then she shook her head. “Never mind. It can wait until morning. Just come by my room once your…guests are gone.”
    I yawned, slurring, “They’re fully clothed. It’s not what it looks like.” I fell back on the bed, waving an absent hand. “We played chess. Got drunk. Still are. Passed out in here about a half hour ago.” My lips curved evilly. “I won, too.”
    King Jerome snorted. “You cheated.” He burped quietly.
    “Worse than me,” King Balar griped. “Or better than me.”
    I snickered quietly, rolling over, and pulled the covers up over my shoulder. “Three thousand bucks, baby. All mine.” Growing up out in the country, hidden there, I had kept myself entertained in many ways, one being sleight of hand. “Night, Queen Clover.”
    Sounding choked, she mumbled, “Night.”
    The light flicked off, my door shut.
    A few seconds later, I heard my outer door shut.
    I grumbled, “Are the guns really necessary?”
    King Jerome