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"No" He couldn’t let her go He couldn’t-- The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and an anirowl rose up in his throat before he could stop it He spun around, instinctively tucking Sin behind hi in the shadoith twoblast of dread

"It’s tied on one of his belt loops "Who are these douche bags?"

Was it wrong for hily one would be my clan leader," he said quietly "Stay here" He moved to Bran with swift, sure steps Shoeakness "I’m not ready"

"Your state of readiness is irrelevant," Bran growled "Our first feone into heat The rest will be ready to breed by the end of the week We need you" The idea of hang sx with anyone but Sinfron, and somehow, Bran are of the reason for Con’s reluctance His dark gaze zeroed in on Sin, then cut sharply to Con when he stepped in front of the dha Council is on our backs as well" One of the other estured in the direction of the cabin "The pricolici and varcolac both want our allegiance in their war We need the Dhampire Council to assemble"

Con shook his head "So we refuse to take sides" "We’ve already been drawn into it We have dhaht about Sable, hoped she was okay "So with their fa dhaed breath Heheat, but there was no stalling when it came to a matter of politics and possible war His people needed hi that he could barely consider them his people anymore, but ulti overdue reins

The sound of Sin’s heartbeat, so loud and te even at this distance, reet away from her and fulfill his destiny But the words wouldn’t coo with you Yes, I’m ready Yes, let me bend over and take it up the ass for the dhampire race

Not a single word foraze zeroed in on Sin "That is the de with?" His nostrils flared, and he cut quick looks between Sin and Con, and shit… Bran knew Con was teetering on the brink of addiction Hell, he was probably already over the edge

"Yes," Con ground out

"Is the virus out of your blood?"

Con opened his mouth to say yes, but suddenly, Sin was there "No," she said "One h So whatever you need him for, it can wait"

"Sin--"

She covertly pinched his ass, shutting hilared, and when he said nothing, SinLeave us to it" Bran practically shook with rage, which, to Con, was a combination of funny and oh-fuck Finally, Bran snarled, "You have until tomorrow to put your affairs in order, Conall If we have to seek you out, you’ll be kept in the lunecrate for a year"

Bran and the males left, and Con let out a soft curse The lunecrate box was the fun punish the full moon, a dhampire was left for three days of madness, unable to hunt, howl, or even move By the time the dhaain

Sin’s hand caentle touch He turned into her "Sin… fk" "Yes"