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would you like to sleep tonight, baby?” Echo could still hear the amusement in Hex’s voice.
    “You.”
    “I was hoping you’d say that.” Hex nuzzled his cheek against the top of Echo’s head before placing a quick kiss on his brow. “You’re going to hate yourself in the morning.”
    Echo just sighed and curled in closer to his warrior’s warm body. He was so tired. Yawning hugely, he closed his eyes and was asleep before they even made it out of the room.

    * * * *

    It was official. Echo hated himself, but not nearly as much as he hated alcohol. Although, his men might be running a close third since they gathered around him while he paid homage to the porcelain god the next morning. No one said a word, but he could practically feel their knowing smirks. Yeah, would have been nice if someone had warned him before he downed all those glasses of wine.
    Eyce knelt down beside him, pushing his hair back and holding it away from his face, as Echo’s stomach continued to heave. His head throbbed, his entire body felt achy, and all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep for the rest of his life.
    “Thank you,” he mumbled as he rested his forehead on toilet seat. Gross, maybe, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
    A cool, damp cloth found its way to the back of his neck, and Echo lifted his head, groaning as the room began to swim. Myst smiled down at him as he swiped the cloth over Echo’s face and down his throat. “Better?”
    “No,” Echo croaked. His throat felt raw, and his stomach continued to cramp and churn. “I feel like death warmed over.”
    “Drink this.” Hex shoved a glass into his hands and nodded firmly. “Trust me.”
    Echo stared down into the glass, his eyebrows drawing together at the fizzy looking liquid. “What is it?” He bent closer, but pulled back immediately when the bubbles tickled his nose.
    “Morning After Relief,” Hex said around his chuckle. “Just sip it slowly. I promise you’ll feel better in no time.”
    Deciding he was in no position to argue, Echo brought the cup to his lips and took a tentative sip. It didn’t taste too bad, but he still didn’t like the bubbles that kept trying to leap up into his nasal passage.
    By the third sip, his belly began to settle a bit, and his head didn’t throb quite so much. He sat on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, sipping his fizzy water until he’d drained the last drop and passed the cup off to Eyce. “Bed.”
    Eyce nodded and leaned forward to kiss his brow. “That’s probably a good idea. You’ll feel better when you wake up.” He lifted Echo into his arms and carried him back to Hex’s bed, placing him gently in the middle of the mattress.
    The other warriors gathered around, helping to get him tucked into the bed with the blankets pulled up around his shoulders. Echo sighed, letting his eyelids drift closed as he snuggled down into his pillow. “Stay.”
    “Who, baby?” Eyce eased down on the edge of the bed and began softly stroking Echo’s hair.
    “Everyone.”
    “I’m not sure we’re all going to fit in the bed.” Eyce chuckled, but Echo heard the rustling of the warrior removing his clothing. “How about we take turns staying with you until you feel better?”
    “Okay.” Echo didn’t feel like arguing, but he made a mental note to talk to his men about ordering a custom-made bed, big enough to fit all eight of them. Silly maybe, but sometimes he hated all the bed-hopping. They were a family, and even if his men wouldn’t admit it, they cared for each other as much as they cared for him.
    The blankets lifted, and cool air rushed over his back, causing him to shiver before Eyce’s heated chest pressed against him, and his massive arm wrapped around Echo’s waist, pulling him closer. He eased his other arm under Echo’s head, cradling it in the crook of his elbow and sighed.
    Echo’s eyelids drew back slowly when he felt a weight on the bed in front of him. Smiling