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see his nightmares, see his failure, and be fitted with a monster-sized target on her back because she was a Guardian’s mate. Then there was Cahal. He’d failed so fucking hard; he couldn’t take something his friend would never have. Not when Dorian was the reason his friend was denied the life he deserved. His skin itched at all of it.
    Uri’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “No. Her idea was to drug him to make him mellow enough for Sam to do all the work. Knocking him out delayed the effects, but after putting him under twice, he was still in bad shape when he finally woke up.”
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He shut his eyes and thumped his head back against the wall.
    He took a couple more deep breaths, trying to keep his powers in check. That was a new complication adding to the fuckfest. “Do you have any ideas?” He turned his head and looked over at Uri. He hated asking for help, but it was better than his other option.
    Uri shook his head and quietly tried to push the issue, “Shit, I’m sorry, man. Sirena ran every option she could think of at the time. Vane was pissed when Sirena planned to chain Erik for Sam to take care of it, but he didn’t have any other ideas either. None of us did.” Vane was Erik’s twin, and he, Erik and Alex, Uri’s mate, were close. They’d avoided exile together, living and working as mercenaries in the human Realm for centuries.
    Uri eyed him. “I know you don’t want this, but Rain is a worthy female. She’s nothing like the others…”
    Dorian’s vision blurred red just thinking of Calista and her band of bitches. Her death was denied him, and that still ate at his gut a century after the fact. He was told that too much happened too quickly when his brothers stormed in and rescued him. After they’d cleared the rubble and mentally accounted for all the kills, he was left knowing the females were already dead, and not by his hand. He’d been denied vengeance for Cahal’s death, and his friend deserved more. He could still smell the male’s blood. There had been only one other kill left to him after Drake’s fury had ignited the place. Cyril had escaped. The only one left responsible and Dorian had spent the last hundred years planning the bastard’s death.
    He still couldn’t comprehend that the last kill left to him, the one he needed beyond anything, had also been taken from him.
    Cyril had died days ago by another. He couldn’t deny that the female had earned the right to kill the bastard, but he still felt fucked. That death should have been at his hand. There was no way left to avenge his friend, nor would he ever forget that it could have been one of his brothers that those bitches killed in front of him. The scent and feel of his friend’s blood on his skin was burned into his senses. He would never forget.
    “Uri’s right. She is a good female,” added Bastian, who rarely spoke. He sat there listening, assessing. His long black hair was pulled back with a band. His tanned face held no emotion, just calm.
    Dorian shook his head. It didn’t matter that his brothers liked the Mageia; there were too many reasons he couldn’t, wouldn’t claim her.
    He eyed his brothers. “If she’s good and worthy, then I’m the last male she deserves. She doesn’t even need to know how screwed she could have been.”
    He looked over to the dance floor. Not one female had shoulder-length blonde hair that was tipped with purple. No vibrant, dancing eyes. Not one came close to comparing to the female his beast wanted. The one he was desperate to find a way out of claiming, for both their goods.
    He took a long drink of his beer. The whole train wreck was unbelievable. He’d managed to avoid the manor since scenting her at Gregoire’s mating. Then a few days ago the unthinkable happened. He’d lost his fucking mind and touched her.
    He still couldn’t believe he’d done it. When she and his brother’s mate had been taken by Cyril, his beast had nearly gone