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the word “Remy” written on three sides in his brother’s familiar messy handwriting. Gray’s chest constricted at the sight, but he shook the sensation off and tucked the box under his arm. He hurried back to the roof, hoping Remy hadn’t had the brilliant idea to leave and make him hunt for her. Thankfully, she was right where he’d left her. When he rejoined her, he set the box beside her hand and settled onto the roof once more.
    Remy picked the box up, intrigued, and traced her fingertips over Theo’s handwriting before opening the box. Once she pulled the top free, a smile spread across her face. She lifted a small gun from the box and studied it in the overcast afternoon light. “What is this?” she asked, resting the gun flat in her hand.
    “It’s a Ruger LCP,” Gray said. “I asked Theo to help me find one back in October, because I wanted to give you one for your birthday. We never did find it, but I guess he stumbled across this one and held on to it, maybe for this year instead. It’s good for a backup piece that you can hide on you. It holds six bullets, plus one chambered.”
    “It’s awesome,” Remy said. She set the gun back into the box and wrapped her arms around him. Gray returned the hug, closing his eyes as he held her close. She dropped a kiss onto his cheek and pulled away to examine the gun again. “It’s a cute little gun. I love it.” She retrieved a bullet from the box and squinted at it. A genuine smile spread across her face, something Gray hadn’t seen in what felt like ages.
    “Just don’t use it unless you absolutely have to,” Gray warned. “There are only seven bullets in the box, and I don’t know if Cade has anything left that’ll fit it. And be careful with it. The manual says it has a long-pull trigger, so there’s no safety. I don’t want to have to deal with another gunshot wound, okay? Cade’s was hell as it was.”
    “The only safety that matters is the one between your ears,” Remy said sagely.
    “You’ve been talking to Cade about guns too much,” Gray observed with a soft laugh. “I’ve heard her say that a million times.”
    “It’s true, though. If you’re too stupid to handle a gun safely, then all the safeties in the world won’t keep you from getting your stupid ass shot,” Remy pointed out. She stood and brushed her jeans off, stretched, and picked up the box with the bullets in it. She tucked the box into her jacket pocket and gathered the bowl and water from the roof. “Let’s get inside. I’m tired, and I want your company. Inside.”
    “Don’t we need somebody to keep watch?” Gray asked, though he was intrigued at the suggestion underlying Remy’s words. He stood to join her as she made her way to the window.
    “Fuck the watch. I haven’t seen anybody in two weeks, maybe more than that. And that includes the infected. I think we’ll be okay for a few hours. Besides, I think you need my company as much as I need yours,” Remy said confidently. She ducked into the window—narrowly avoiding striking her head on the frame in the process—and looked at Gray with a raised eyebrow. “You coming?”
    Gray glanced at the street behind him, wrinkling his forehead in a frown as he looked to Remy once more. She winked and offered her hand to him. It was no contest, really. He took her hand, climbing through the window and into the house again. “Hell, why not?” he said. “I doubt anything’s going to come after us here, right?”

Chapter 6
     
    A fist beating on the door broke the otherwise peaceful silence of Ethan’s room. Ethan tore himself from his nap and sat up straight. His gaze skittered frantically about the room. His heart raced in his chest, adrenaline rushing into him at the sudden rude awakening. Ethan rose from the bed and, after stopping long enough only to slip his shoes back on, headed straight for the door. He’d just reached it when it flew open, nearly hitting him in the face. A familiar redheaded