**The Breeders**

CHAPTER 11

SIENNA'S POV

They moved through the apartment like they already owned the air in it.

Jace gave short, low orders. Roman and Cole lifted without complaint. Boxes stacked against the walls with heavy thuds. The couch scraped through the narrow doorway, fabric dragging. The bed frame came up in pieces. Then the mattress — thick, heavy — landed on the bedroom floor with a dull impact that seemed to vibrate straight between my legs. Every sound they made felt louder than it should have. Every grunt of effort. Every shift of muscle under sweat-damp shirts.

I tried to stay useful. I pointed where things should go....