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saved her. Changed her life in more ways than one. And I couldn’t be happier that he’s my brother-in-law now.
    He also happens to be hot. I cringe when I find myself admitting it from time to time and I would never tell him or Perry that, lest his ego get even bigger than it is, but it’s true. He’s not exactly my type. I’m pretty tall and Dex is around 5’9”, but there’s still something about him that sets your heart aflutter sometimes. Maybe it’s because he’s ripped as shit, maybe it’s his expressive dark eyes, the way he carries himself with so much “I don’t give a shit” confidence. Or maybe it’s that in some ways he’s almost superhuman.
    Could be anything, really.
    But most of the time, he lives to annoy me, just like any brother would.
    “Put your muscles away,” I scoff at him as he brushes past, moving toward the staircase.
    “Don’t act like you don’t like it, little sister,” he calls over his shoulder, heading up the stairs.
    “I think I liked it better when you called me Little Fifteen!” I yell after him. “Though I guess Little Eighteen doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.”
    I step out into the hallway, about to head to the living room, when Perry intercepts me, putting her hand on my shoulder and squinting at me.
    “Are you okay?” she asks softly.
    “You think I’m offended because your husband is flexing for me?”
    She frowns. “I’m serious. I hate to sound like a bitch, but you look awful.”
    I shrug away from her hand and go into the living room, flopping onto the couch and pulling out my phone to busy myself with fashion bloggers on Instagram. “I haven’t been sleeping right.”
    She sits down beside me and I can feel her stare deepening as she leans in closer. I give her a quick glance. “Don’t tell me you’re going to try and read my mind. We had a deal.”
    She sits back, looking mildly embarrassed. “It doesn’t work like that,” she says in a clipped voice. “And you’re right, we did have a deal.”
    I eye her warily. She says she can’t just read my mind, though I’m pretty sure that’s how she found out I lost my virginity to Dillon. In the backseat of his 1995 Toyota Tercel. Something I wish could be erased from my memory. Sadly there hasn’t been anyone since him.
    “I’m worried about you,” she says after a moment, her voice quiet.
    “Why?” I ask, afraid that she’ll have all the good reasons.
    She shrugs with one shoulder and looks down at her hands in her lap. “Just a feeling I have.”
    Perry and her feelings . It’s never good news. She’s never like, “I have a feeling we’re going to win the lottery and you’ll be swept off your feet by a charming billionaire.” It’s always “I have a feeling you’re in danger and everyone around us is going to die.”
    Unfortunately, she’s usually right about her feelings. She’s always been intuitive, even when she was all screwed up, and ever since all her incidents—some of which have become my incidents—her intuition has doubled. That, along with her ability to project her thoughts into other’s heads. She says she can’t read minds in the same way but I just don’t believe her. Sometimes I think about investing in a Magneto helmet around her when she starts pulling this Professor Xavier shit.
    I sigh, wishing my heart wasn’t starting to kick up a few notches. “What feeling?”
    “I don’t know. I’m having dreams,” she says. “You’re in them.”
    I swallow hard and look back down at the phone. “Anyone else in them?”
    “No.” She puts her hand on my knee until I look at her. Her eyes are rounder than ever as she stares at me. “You’re having them too.”
    I quickly tuck my hair behind my ears. “It’s nothing.”
    “Tell me about them.”
    “Tell me about yours,” I counter. “Perhaps you’d better start from the beginning,” I say, mimicking the opening lines of White Zombie’s “Electric Head Pt. 1.”
    She exhales