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imagine being in his place, being a mutant and living
with siblings who had no idea who she truly was.
    Shaking his head, he said, “My mother contracted a witch to
cloak my essence.”
    “Wow. That must have been hard for you. Not being able to
share in your sisters’ lives as their brother.” Did she actually feel bad for
him? Well, so what. It didn’t change anything.
    He shot her a surprised look and said, “Yes, it was but at
least we were close.”
    “They weren’t disgusted and ashamed when they found out?”
    His fork clattered into his half-empty bowl as he scowled at
her. “No. You seem to own the market on that.”
    She didn’t know why he was getting pissed at her. She was
just asking questions and it wasn’t her fault he was a mutant. Geez. She might
as well go for broke on the questioning. “So, how many cocks have you sucked?”
    He pushed off the floor, dumped his bowl in the kitchen sink
and strode to the bedroom next to Navine’s. He stopped and said, “Your scent is
thick in there,” he jerked his head in the direction of Navine’s room, “so I’ll
be taking this room. I’m suddenly weary.” He stepped inside and slammed the
door behind him.
    Well, now she knew how to get rid of him, for a while at
least. Although, she had to admit, he piqued her curiosity and she wanted to
ask more questions. Too bad he was being a baby. She hadn’t been trying to be
an ass with the cock comment. Well, maybe a little, but excuse her. Sempires were sexual beings who needed semen. It was logical to assume sucking cock was
in his repertoire.
    She shrugged to herself and downed the rest of the beer. Navine
finished her fruit, put the dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed another beer.
She loved the taste, not to mention loved the way it warmed her insides and
made her giggly.
    Unfortunately, she was too tired to enjoy it, so she decided
to lie down for a while. Not only was she was tired, she was frustrated and
even though she’d been trying to ignore it, she was damn scared. She didn’t
want to die and damn sure didn’t want to spend her last two days being held
captive by a mutant. Caffin, the gorgeous mutant.
    She flopped down on her bed and buried her face in the
pillow. Fucking Debol, the Incubus piece of shit. He’d been a cruel, violent
captor. She shuddered, thinking of the things he’d done to her, made her do.
She’d suffered endlessly that six months he’d kept her imprisoned. She’d
learned quickly to play his games and do as she was instructed because the
consequences of not doing so were beyond horrible.
    He’d beaten her, sexually assaulted her and starved her.
Once, he’d denied her his semen for five days. She shuddered at the memory. The
pain that had racked her body had been insane. On the fifth day, she was
minutes away from death—maybe seconds. She’d been so weak and miserable, she
welcomed it. She couldn’t move a single muscle, couldn’t open her eyes, was
barely able to pull the slightest bit of air into her lungs.
    He’d come to her, told her what a useless creature she was,
then fed her his vile semen. She’d strengthened quickly but cried, knowing that
was the sort of life she had to look forward to until one day, he did let her
die.
    When Valia’s male had killed him, Navine had freaked out,
knowing that action had doomed her to death. But she’d also been ecstatic,
elated, watching the bastard die.
    Wiping the tears she just realized were coating her face, she
flipped over and flicked on the TV, wanting a distraction from those thoughts.
If she only had a couple days to live, she didn’t want to waste them dwelling
on such ugliness.
    Crap. Every channel she flipped to showed images of people
having sex or about to have sex. Another thing she didn’t want to think about
right now but her mind drifted to earlier in the creek. Caffin’s hard body
pressed against hers. How her body had responded to his thick cock melded to
her abdomen. She shouldn’t be