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kind of magical therapy?”
    â€œThese children are blooded. The lives of our kind depend on them growing up and having children of their own. Without a continuation of their bloodlines, the Sanguinar will starve. Emotionally damaged children do not tend to live long enough to become parents. And those that do often pass on their scars. If we heal them now, we prevent all of that pain and loss.”
    Lyka stared at the couple. “There’s more to it than that. What aren’t you telling me?”
    â€œPart of our arrangement with you was that you don’t ask a lot of questions. This is where that clause activates.”
    â€œFine. I’m being too nosy. I get it. Just promise me you’re not doing anything that will hurt the kids.”
    â€œI swear it,” said Logan.
    â€œSo do I,” added Hope.
    The weight of both vows settled over Lyka, reassuring her. They were bound to their word now. That alone was enough to put her mind at ease.
    â€œOkay. Let’s go back to the problem at hand. Clearly you two know Joseph better than I do. What do I do to sway his decision without resorting to naked time?”
    Logan smiled, and it made him almost too beautiful to look at. “That, my dear, is simple. If you do what we say, he’ll be putty in your hands by midnight.”
    The idea of getting Joseph in her hands was far more appealing than she dared admit, which was all the warning she needed to tread carefully.
    One misstep and she could singlehandedly send their races back to war against each other. And she would be trapped behind enemy lines.
    *   *   *
    At sundown, Tynan eased from his bed in his suite beneath Dabyr.
    He was ravenous. His bones felt ancient and brittle. His vision was clouded over with a hazy red film that nearly blinded him. His skin was fever hot, burning with fatigue that no amount of sleep could remedy.
    He needed blood. Gallons of it. Oceans of it. He needed to gulp it down and let it ease the grinding hunger that prowled through his limbs, weakening him.
    He swayed on his feet, flailing to find something to grasp.
    â€œEasy, brother,” said Logan, grabbing his arm.
    Tynan hadn’t even known his Sanguinar brother was here. His senses had dulled to the point that he couldn’t even detect the presence of one of his own kind a few inches away.
    Logan eased him back to sit on the bed. He pressed his wrist against Tynan’s mouth and willed his skin to open.
    Sweet, hot blood flowed over his tongue, rousing the hungry beast within him. He grabbed Logan’s wrist, holding it tight enough to break bone if the man tried to pull away. Power surged through him, relieving the parched cells rattling around in his veins.
    â€œThat’s enough,” came a soft, feminine voice.
    Hope. Logan’s mate.
    His skin closed, blocking the flow of blood. Tynan tore at the man’s skin with his teeth, but he wasn’t fast enough. Wasn’t strong enough.
    Logan ripped his arm away, flinging Tynan down onto the bed.
    Both men were panting. Tynan’s vision had cleared enough for him to see his brother slumped on the floor. Hope was over him, her delicate throat pressed to his mouth.
    â€œI’m sorry,” said Tynan, once again himself.
    Sadness shone in her clear eyes. “We understand. You’re doing all you can.”
    And he was.
    Joseph had ordered him to scour the mind of every Sanguinar housed under Dabyr’s roof, searching for signs of treachery. Most of his kind abhorred the violation of their privacy, resisting his efforts. Some intentionally. Others without even realizing just how thick and wide their mental barriers were. In both cases, the sheerpower it took to overcome those defenses left Tynan weak. Utterly depleted.
    If not for Logan’s daily dose of blood, Tynan would have already failed in his task. And if he did that, his people could be banished from this place of refuge with nowhere to