Chapter 74

Erina

My bed was surrounded with all the men, each more anxious than the rest. Nicholas captured my hand in his, rubbing the top of it.

“Erina?”

I wanted to smack him. I hated how he didn’t call me Little One anymore. Was it because I was the size of a hippo? I settled for glaring at him. I was miserable and this was all their fault. I wasn’t sure which one yet though.

“Here, sit up.” Warren guided me to a sitting position, stuffing a pillow behind me. “Here. Is that better?”

“Idiot,” Jack growled at him holding a sock in his hand. “This is what she needs. Sit up, Bunny.”

I stared at the bulging blue sock, but did as bade. Jack slipped the oddity behind my back, rubbing it in figure eights with a steady pressure. The warmth of it made me sigh. “That’s amazing.”

Jack smirked. “That’s because some of us actually care to do research.” He glared at Nicholas. “Unlike others who refuse to read.”

“There was no point.” Nicholas crossed