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never know, but he instinctively wanted to shuffle his
feet and come up with a really good reason why he’d fucked up this time.
    “Did someone give you shit?”
    “Mez,” he muttered around a mouthful of chocolate gunk.
    “Who?”
    And there it was. Gareth’s tone had gone hard, all teasing
and affection leeched from it. He could just picture his brother ready to head
out and kick some witch ass.
    Zach swallowed quickly. “Long story.”
    “Tell it to me when you get to Chris’s house. He’s waiting
for you. So are Lana and Daniel. I’ll be there shortly. And Zach?”
    Aw shit. He’d been hoping to avoid Chris for another twenty
years or so. “Yeah?”
    “We’ll take care of it.” Gareth hung up before Zach could
answer. He had to swallow the lump in his throat.
    They might think he was a complete fuck-up, but he was their fuck-up. Nobody messed with a Beckett boy without messing with all the
Beckett boys.
    Shit. It felt really good to be home.
    Annabelle stepped into the kitchen. She stared at him and
tapped her foot. “Well?”
    Zach shoved another cookie in his mouth and hoped she’d take
the hint.
    Annabelle grunted. “Going to Chris’s?”
    He nodded. He might actually get out of this without a
lecture. Never mind he’d come here for her help. He wanted his brothers around
him in the worst way. If Chris wanted to kick his ass for hurting Lana, so be
it. He just…needed them.
    “I’m coming with you.”
    Zach swallowed the gooey mess before answering. “Cool. I’ll
only have to explain it once.”
    Annabelle just shook her head and snagged her own cookie.
“Just as long as you explain it. Got it?”
    Zach knew an order when he heard one. “Yes, ma’am.”
     
     
    “Jo?”
    She snarled at Ro from the depths of the scratchy white
blanket and wooden board she was forced to lie down on. “What?”
    He bit his lip. “Do I want to know?”
    “Fucking Beckett asshole.” She gritted her teeth against the
pain in her head and sat up. She hated hospitals. She hated the fucking hard-ass
hospital beds they made you sleep in until you needed yet another doctor for
the back pain. She hated needles. She especially hated the stupid gowns they
always shoved you into that let your hoo-ha hang out the back for all the world
to see. It really sucked when you wore nothing but thongs.
    And she would get a male nurse.
    “What happened?” He shut the door and leaned against it,
crossing his arms over his chest.
    “Beckett locked his front door.”
    Ro blinked. “Most people do.”
    “No, I mean he locked it. He cast something on it
that would respond to an attempt to enter by magic. It knocked me on my ass and
gave me a damn concussion.” She’d begged the doctors to release her but they’d
refused to do so until someone came who was willing to watch over her. She’d
hoped Roland would do so, but he had that look on his face, the one that said
he hoped she’d learned her lesson.
    She was going to have to call Ari to come and pick her up,
she just knew it.
    Ro frowned. “Why were you trying to break into his place?”
    She bit her lip and tried to explain her bad feelings about
Zach’s disappearing act. “Something tells me our little protégé is heading into
trouble, but I don’t know why or what.”
    He nodded. “Did you check with his family?”
    She opened her mouth, but realized she had nothing to say.
Her first thought had been to get to Zach as quickly as possible.
    “You didn’t, did you?”
    She clamped her lips shut. She’d had good reasons for trying
to get inside Zach’s house. Besides, dealing with one Beckett male was bad
enough, but four of them?
    Weren’t the four horsemen of the apocalypse supposed to be
brothers?
    “Jo. Zachary Beckett is considered a member of the Evans
clan. Even if you didn’t feel right calling his family directly you should have
called Mrs. Evans.” He glared at her, suddenly every inch the Prince. “ Not attempted a B&E.”
    She flopped back