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last park in the bark at tamami

the grins, taking a seat next t

“The strip club?” I map,

ig for the first tinue what bar boges

“Yes,” she says with a roll of her ages.

“Out” I smile. “That’s cool” My ex

wadays menit, gang come the georgan and going up the act to fatter to

“The twebe?” I ask, nurious.

She only nods, her bright green ga shattering

“The only thing this place is missing is a fireplace, I comment

She smiles softly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Yeah I don’t the one in our bedroom upstairs and down here. He has done i I need a fireplace.”

“Right,” I agree, my eyes falling to her neck and to the mark th

“So…” she says with a raise of her eyebrows, “Your woodering

andy viable now in the dim lign. So…

stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to digest me and grant her my full attention. “Yes,”

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says matter–of–factly and I whimper.

shut. She really hist shot. She said that Rider is a werewolf,

is Domonic, she admits, “So is Hart. And so is little Ryder that you set

Antman away. Did they kill him? Well, of course they did,

still closed. Do you think they were

hand squeeze mine, so I open my eyes. “I’ve never

was them.

the

a fanciful ex–honger! Why would

Rainier’s mate. His soulmate. It is why he marked you and it is why he refuses to let you go.”

at her. “H–he told you a–about me?

on

awa

when he did it, he called me right

upset about it?” 1 ask, falling sad.

well – he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first. He was afraid that you were going to leave him. Because of Angle and I guess…he panicked.”

tears. Im not a homewrecker. At least…

smiles, shaking her head softly. “You’re not. There’s a lot to explain. So

1

the first thing I need to ask you is… how much

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

barely visible through the clouds when the twelve of us wake in the woods naked. I’m sore and there is blood on me. Mine and… someone

and I see for the first time that he too is covered in blood. His wrist is painted in his own and the rest of him in the same singer’s blood that

start, looking toward him for answers. Out of all of us, it is usually the Alpha

shrug, as if that is all that matters. “And I don’t feel any pain, so

gripes. “And I must have come across a trap last night or something. Because my wrist is caked

says. “That’s what happened to me

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