Christmas With The Kings by Emerson Reign

KINSLEY:
Not every holiday can be number one. But for me? Christmas outranks them all. It’s the best day on the calendar. Traditions. Baking. Decorating. Carols. Family. Fun. Memories. Pure magic.
So why are they acting like it’s just another Tuesday?
I went all out—cookies in all their favorite flavors, twinkling lights in every room, perfectly wrapped gifts under the tree. I bought stockings for the entire house. I coordinated outfits. Even went so far as to craft a custom naughty calendar for each of them.
What did they do?
Zip. Zero. Nichego—which is the Russian word for nothing. Which, maybe that’s what I am to them. Nichego.

THE REAPER, THE CROW, THE BLADE:
Not every vigilante sees all the angles. And the three of us? Yeah…we fucked up. Not the first time, clearly.
She’s everything to us—our girl, our center, our joy—but somehow, we missed every signal she sent. She wanted tradition. We gave her silence. She dreamed of magic. We gave her forgettable.
Now her smile’s dimmed and her sparkle’s cracked. We don’t know Christmas. But we know her.

And this year, she’s getting the holiday she deserves. Twinkle lights. Presents. A secluded cottage. A tight schedule. And all three of us—making her naughty list worth the wait.