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Gaping, she cradled a tweaked wrist, left with a wet flannel shirt that clung to her breasts

“Up with you” Caspian caught her as she tried to scrarip of iron around her arm, his eyes raked over what little he’d uncovered Then he drew her flailing body flush to run his nose up her neck “How much do you sell for? You think I would have heard of a pretty, albino whore working the Warrens”

Slapping at hith her arms had left

“Too proud for me?” The man chuckled; it was not a noise of er “My face ed up, but you’ll screaa slut Play nice, and I ht let you keep your boys”

Wren squealed when he licked his lips, poking the tattooed flesh of her cheek Defective

Caspian’s brow dipped dangerously low “Diseases?”

Head shaking, Wren patted his chest in a bid to be set free

“What’re you doing to her?” Alec—wiped clean, and dressed fresh—with Mikael leaning on him for support, shouted, “She ain’t no whore!”

He eyeballed the boys but ot a mate?”

Looking skyward as if it was a stupid question, Alec said, “Who do you think dumped her here?”

“Roll your eyes again at ht out of their sockets” When the teen showed the wisdom of fear, Caspian demanded more, “Explain”

“The Alpha gave her a poke and didn’t like her He had her marked so she couldn’t be sold to anyone else”

Red up to her roots, Wren looked away, thoroughly hus

The bulging ar down a stone-hard chest until her feet hit the puddle of mud on the floor

The interrogation wasn’t done Pinching her chin, Caspian watched her eyes very closely “You’re raw?”

She didn’t understand and it was clear in her expression

“A virgin?”

Lavender eyes darted to where Alec stood, Wren wishing with all her heart the boys were not in the room

“He stays until I say so” The pressure on her chin increased “Answer me”

She shook her head no She was not a virgin