Chapter One Hundred Forty-Six
Adrik
We stayed in the extra room for a few hours. While she was mostly better, I knew she was still overwhelmed with everything she’s had to deal with. To be honest, I was enjoying the extra time with her all to myself. I loved that the guys loved her and she loved them. I loved that I didn’t have to worry as much when I was away from her because I knew they would protect her. But I also loved these moments when it was just the two of us together.
We had laid down on the bed, with her across my chest in her favorite spot. As we were talking, my stomach interrupted the conversation, growling loudly. She laughed. “At least it wasn’t mine for once.” She sat up, pulling me up with her. “We should get you some food.” She paused for a moment. “Do you think the guys are all in their rooms now?”
“Probably. Why?” I asked.
“Not in the most social mood,” she said dismissively.
As we got to the bottom of the stairs, I stopped her. “Wait here. I’ll see who’s around,” I said, kissing her cheek. I went to the kitchen, checking to see if they were still there or if they had all gone elsewhere for the evening. Ivan was in the kitchen, but he was alone. He looked at me, somewhat nervously, since I was alone.
“It’s okay now. She just doesn’t want to talk to everybody right now. She’s waiting on the stairs for me to check to see who’s around.”
He chuckled. “I can give you guys privacy. I just wanted to make sure all was good.”
“No, stay. I think she’ll want to see you,” I said, walking back to the stairs to get her. I grabbed her hand. “Ivan is the only one in the kitchen.”

She sighed, relieved. “He’s the only one I wanted to see right now.”
I chuckled. “I literally just said that to him.”
He stood up as we walked into the kitchen. He looked almost worried. She walked to him, wrapping her arms around him. He was clearly relieved. “Thank you,” she said to him.
“You’re not mad I told him?” he asked. That’s why he was worried.
She shook her head no. “I don’t think I could’ve told him. I’m glad you did it for me.” She pulled him closer, resting her head on. his chest. She always looked so tiny next to him, but even more so when she was upset. It made her look fragile, even though I wasn’t sure fragile was in her vocabulary. Ivan kissed the top of her head, a small smile on his face.
“I was right, wasn’t 17” he asked her, not letting her go.
She groaned quietly. “Yes, Ivan. You were right.” She poked him in the ribs, making him laugh.
She walked back to me, tucking herself into my side as I held her close to me. Ivan went to the refrigerator and pulled out two plates of food. “I had to fight them for these, but I saved you some dinner. This is all that’s left. Viktor’s backup meal was not needed. Sephie looked surprised that they had eaten everything else.
Seriously? I made enough for like 10 people. That’s impressive.”
We both laughed at her. “I don’t know why this is surprising for you. You know how we like to eat,” I said. I grabbed both plates
to warm them.
She shook her head, chuckling to herself. “You’re right. I should’ve known. Maybe I’m more surprised that they liked it enough
to eat all of it.”
“We all agreed that it was better than anything Tori ever made,” Ivan said.
“Shu t up.”
“It’s true. Viktor said he’s going to drag his feet on finding a new chef just so you’ll cook more.”
I walked back to her, waiting on the food to warm up still. “I don’t know if that’s fair. Sephie can cook when she wants to. Not because she has to.” I kissed her temple, pulling her close to me again.
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t mind. I like to cook.”
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