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Quickly, he shifted, letting his wolf fall away so they could talk.
    “Damn it, Annie,” he breathed, shuddering at the close call. If she’d been one second later he might’ve killed her brother. The thought of how devastated she’d have been, how hurt. Goddamn it, he’d almost hurt his mate badly, and all because her dickhead brother had decided to sneak into their house unannounced.
    Excess adrenaline coursed through his body leaving his stomach cramping at the disaster they’d narrowly averted.
    “I’m sorry. I was trying to tell you earlier that he was coming home, but then we… got distracted.”
    Pregnant brain, she called it, this forgetfulness that plagued her recently. Damn inconvenient it was. But who would’ve thought it could be potentially deadly?
    He yanked her close, still reeling from what he’d almost done. Fuck . Really, really fuck .
    Pressing his head to hers, he murmured, “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t know.”
    Aaron scrambled to his feet, and Blister got a better look at him in the light. He should have recognized the guy. Maybe if he hadn’t been dragged from sleep and so damn sure he was a threat he would’ve noticed the burly man had pale hair like Annie’s, but only a little sandier. Or that his eyes were an identical color of blue. Or—
    Annie pushed away from him and rounded on her brother. “What the hell are you doing sneaking in here in the middle of the night? You almost got yourself killed.”
    Aaron scowled. “Nice to see you too, sis. And last time I checked, this house belonged to me too.”
    Annie crossed her arms over her belly and arched an angry eyebrow. “The last time you checked was nine years ago . So.”
    His scathing glare went to Blister, and starting at his face, he looked him over in disgust.
    Shit. It’d been a long time since someone had made him feel that low with a simple look. He hated that it happened to be Annie’s brother. But hell if he’d cower under another judgmental gaze. He’d stopped that when his mate came along and busted through his physical insecurities. If the most beautiful fucking female he’d ever laid eyes on didn’t think he was repulsive, then why would he trust the haughty once over of a man who’d walked out of her life so many years ago?
    Blister straightened his spine to stand taller, even though he was buck-ass naked.
    “I told you I was coming home.”
    “Yes, Aaron. You did. But that’s all you said. No when, where, or how. And also, no way for me to reach you to let you know, hey, I’m married now, with a baby on the way, so maybe don’t sneak in like a phantom and scare my mate into a murderous rage.”
    “Mate,” he scoffed, his narrowed gaze scouring Blister once again. “Bullshit. He’s a fucking monster.” Annie’s brother shook with rage. Hatred, like Blister hadn’t felt in all his life.
    “He is not! You don’t even know him.”
    “He’s a changer .”
    “A what?”
    “A changer . Part human, part… abomination,” he spat.
    “A shifter,” Annie clarified. “Part human, part animal . He’s not an abomination, but I’m starting to think you might be.”
    Blister loved his woman for defending him, but he also hated that she had to. It was something he’d been worried about in the beginning of their relationship, that she’d find herself defending her love for the monster to anyone who learned about them. He’d thought they were past that hurdle.
    Annie sighed heavily, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “Look, why don’t I just make some coffee and Blister can get some uh, pants and we can talk about all this.”
    She turned to him, her eyes pleading. For what, he wasn’t sure. But he was raw on the inside. Guilt-ridden over almost harming her brother, and battling the shame that his scornful opinion brought.
    “No,” Aaron snarled. “You make him leave first. I’ll talk to you, not him .”
    Blister stared at his mate, feeling her brother’s words lashing her through