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 ...