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whispers of a coup on the wind; Jessa’s text had been embellished in a bid to get me home. Which didn’t surprise me at all.
    My brother wasted no more time filling me in. “Kristoff has been seen multiple times in the vicinity of our town and around Vanguard. We’re working to change all of the securities and vet all the guards because he still has some loyal followers, especially amongst the magic users.”
    My teeth slammed together as a low growl ripped from the violent predator who made up the center of my being.
    “Why the hell haven’t you mentioned this to me before now? You left Jessa here. That asshole could be around just waiting to use your young as leverage.”
    I wasn’t the only one growling now. Braxton’s was even more animalistic. “Don’t you think I haven’t considered that? She’s well protected, and you leaving has caused her great emotional distress. We let you go for as long as we could. I respect your need for space, but now you have to come back to us. The rift in our pack and our council must be sealed. It’s this type of dissonance which gives Kristoff the power to slip through the cracks. We need to be strong and united against him.”
    “Shit!” I ran a hand through my hair, before rubbing it over my face. “Sorry. I’m really screwing things up lately.”
    I should have known better than to question a dragon’s ability to protect his mate and young. I was lucky he hadn’t attempted to rip my head off. I probably would have in his position.
    Braxton gave me a knowing grin. “I’m giving you a pass because you suffered something so unimaginable. There is no way for me to even consider the possibility that there would ever be a world without my true mate in it. I don’t know how you’re even remotely sane. And yet I’m so grateful to have not lost you.”
    Somehow the intelligent bastard had read my mind. We weren’t connected, so my emotions must be spilling out across my face.
    “I would not wish this pain on anyone, but truthfully it’s not as I expected either. There’s so much I don’t understand. Do we know of any supe who lost their true mate and didn’t either kill themselves or go slowly insane?”
    I needed to know what was going on. What was wrong with me? When Cardia had died I felt as if a part of me died also; there was an instant fissuring which started in my soul and worked its way out until the fracturing was complete. In those first days I did not know if I would survive the pain, but already time was allowing a few moments’ reprieve from the hurt, and it was way too soon for that.
    Braxton was doing the shrewd staring thing again and I wished he’d just hurry up and give me his thoughts. I hated being psychologically stripped bare. Supes had learned early on to stay out of my head.
    My frayed temper snapped again. “What, Brax? Spit it out.”
    No expression change. “I have my doubts that Cardia was your true mate.”
    He dropped that on me and then started striding across to the barrier. It fell in an instant, allowing him inside. I was stunned for a second, anger striking hard through every cell, and as a red haze crossed my mind I went into vamped-out mode and flashed across to my brother.
    My fangs were long and aching, my vision tunneled as I smashed against him. His expression told me he’d been expecting it. He didn’t fight back immediately, but also wasn’t surprised. My fist smashed into his jaw and I saw the feral gleam of dragon spring into his eyes.
    Hell yes.
    It was on now. I was going to have an outlet for my rage – better to get it out of my system before I was back in civilized society. His return hit was hard enough to crack bone. I felt my jaw jarring, teeth grinding together. I didn’t have time to think about it though, laying straight back into him with another of my own crushing blows. Braxton had the dragon strength behind him, but I had my pure, blind rage.
    His opinion was unwarranted. And unfair. There had been