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tuxedos.
    “I gave you enough drugs that you should be
asleep until next week,” Jake said, joining Han.
    He was also dressed for the exclusive party.
Seeing him well rested and well dressed pissed her off even
more.
    “Can I help you up?” Han asked, extending his
hand as if approaching a wounded animal. His brown gaze was
friendly but cautious.
    The others fanned out, and she suddenly felt
like a lamb surrounded by a wolf pack trying to decide what to do
with her. She didn’t know these men, but her instincts told her
they were 100% predators. They moved in tandem without looking at
each other, their movements controlled and efficient. If she
flinched, they’d snap in unison.
    “What did you do to me, Jake?” she
demanded.
    “We’ll wait on that,” Jake responded.
“There’s a lot of blood. You ok?”
    “You drugged me.”
    He rubbed his mouth.
    “She’s little, pick her up before D sees the
blood all over the floors,” another of the men urged.
    “Don’t touch me!” she warned again.
    Despite being able to bench press two of her,
the men actually listened.
    “What happened to my floors?” another voice
demanded.
    If the men around her were predators, the man
who entered next was their alpha. Unlike the others dressed for a
white tie event, he was dressed in leather pants with a tight black
Pearl Jam t-shirt, his hair braided, a chain from his spiked belt
to his wallet, and heavy black boots. She didn’t miss the way the
others moved out of his way or the way the aura of command around
him filled up the room. His gaze swept around the room
methodically, coming to rest on her. He approached with a slow,
steady gate, like a predator inspecting its disabled prey before
going for the kill.
    She tightened into her ball. He was as large
as the others with olive skin, long white-blond hair, and golden
eyes the unusual color of honey. His features were firm and
chiseled. He was not a pretty boy but a man with rugged, bad-boy
beauty and a slow sensuality about his movement that made her heart
skip a beat despite her pain.
    He knelt beside Han. She tensed.
    “You got blood all over my floors,” he told
her, golden eyes taking her in.
    “You can blame the Wild Things, D,” Han said.
“They scared the shit outta her.”
    D reached out to her, and she recoiled,
pushing herself farther into the corner.
    “Sofi, you shouldn’t – “ Jake started, eyes
going nervously to the newcomer.
    “Not gonna hurt you, ok?” D said, holding up
his hands.
    A sense of power swirled around him that
scared her. She felt it circle her, prod her, and retreat. His
honey gaze was similar to Han’s: warm but wary. She ducked her head
and braced herself as he reached for her again. His large hand was
warm against her arm. No visions pierced her thoughts.
    “See?” he said.
    She looked up at him, surprised. By the look
of understanding on his face, he knew what she expected to feel.
Relief flooded her, and she flung her arms around his neck. She’d
never known the power of a single touch until everyone who touched
her hurt her!
    “Sofi!” Jake exclaimed.
    He touched her arm to pull her free, and she
jerked as dark visions crossed her thoughts. Sofia wrenched away
from both and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes,
trying to stop the visions. D touched her, and the visions fled as
if at his command. The warmth of his hand drifted up her arm and
through her, comforting her.
    “She’s … special, isn’t she?” Han asked
D.
    “Very,” D replied. “Nobody touches her.”
    His command was quiet and firm, but she knew
no man in the room would disobey a man like him. His hand lingered
on her arm, and she rested her forehead against his fingers,
comforted for the first time in months.
    “Jake, clean up the floors,” D ordered.
“Let’s get you upstairs.”
    He lifted her and carried her down the hall,
and up the stairs. Sofia’s heart fluttered as she tried to take in
the world of blinding lights and blurry