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Three
     
    A little midflight hand job sounded exactly like something Gray Donohue would be into—if the circumstances were different. But this wasn’t the time, the place, or, he thought almost regrettably, the girl.
    And clearly Dillon felt the same.
    The moment they hit ground, she released her hold on his naked frame and ushered him across a great expanse of snow-covered lawn like an army drill sergeant.
    “You gonna tell me where we are?” Gray said through gritted teeth, the unsympathetic midwinter cold attacking his bare skin.
    “My digs,” she answered, nodding toward a two-story guesthouse set front and center on a sprawling piece of property.
    “And the McMansion behind it?” he asked.
    “My boss’s digs,” she said, pushing him through the back door of the house and into a sunken living area.
    “The Senator? We’re in Maine?” No wonder it was so freaking cold.
    “Wasn’t going to take you back home, Impure.” She stripped out of her coat. “Wherever that is.”
    “Surprised you didn’t drop my ass at my sister’s.”
    “Sure,” she said with a laugh, tossing the coat on the back of the long, plush couch. “ ’Cause the Order would never look for you there.”
    He ground his molars at her nonchalance, her sarcasm. He wanted to shoot back with something equally acerbic, but what would be the point? She was right. Shit, he hated that. Almost as much as he hated standing before her in nothing but a sneer. “Hey, point me toward the shower, D. I need to warm up. I’m fucking freezing.”
    Her gaze dropped and she snorted. “So I see.”
    “Shower,” he repeated, this time grabbing his cock. “Unless you’re going to warm me up. Again.”
    For a moment, it seemed as though she were contemplating it, or maybe she was just trying to make him nuts as she stared.
    Gray felt his cock twitch and swell in his hand, and it wasn’t in response to his touch.
    Finally Dillon’s eyes lifted and her mouth tilted up at the corners. “Up the stairs, Impure, third door on your left.”
    Gray released himself and walked away from her without another word. She liked games. She liked playing people, playing him—playing his sister. Well, he wasn’t in the mood. Not today. Maybe not ever. The Paleo, and everything he’d witnessed there—everything he’d heard—still sat heavily inside his chest and made him feel unworthy to be here, in this house, his manhood intact. Dillon couldn’t understand. She was cold and unfeeling with a heart that remained still and silent. And she was Pureblood. She was born and bred to look down her nose at him and everyone who shared his blood.
    He felt her eyes on him as he headed up the stairs, but all he could think about was getting in that shower, under the hot water, the steam closeting him as he fought for answers, maybe a blip of inspiration, or a plan to get his father’s best friend and his family out of that hole in the ground.
    And what about the others?
    Did he care about the others?
    He moved down the hall, seeing nothing but the carpet path before him. The art on the wall, the trim around each door, the scent of several of Dillon’s previous houseguests—it all registered somewhere in his brain, but his need for heat trumped it all. Third door on the left, and he was through it, slamming the thick wood behind himself and locking it—locking her out. He saw the glass door and massive stone shower. In seconds, his hand was fisting around the faucet, cranking the thing to blistering. As the water surged out of the head and pummeled the stone floor, Gray’s mind splintered with all it had heard and consumed from Samuel back in the cage at the Paleo.
    His father was an Impure.
    His father was the head of the Impure resistance.
    His father was blood castrated.
    Firecrackers hitting him in the ass, one after the other. It was shocking, unbelievable and yet . . . he knew it was the truth.
    The heat of the shower beckoned him, but once under