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around a long time. Seen a lot of things. So yeah, I knew.”
    “Why in the hell did you tell me to stay away from her?” If he had listened to Greyson, he wouldn’t have known his mate. The notion pissed him off. “Why in the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
    “Since when have you ever listened to me? You were going to do whatever you wanted. I figured if I told you no, you’d be too curious to leave her be.” Greyson paused. “Is she all right? I heard the gunfire but figured it was best to lay low until things went quiet.”
    “She’s fine.” Wolfe peered down at the ragged holes in his chest. Damn it. Silver hurt like a bitch. “But you need to bring me a few things.”
    “Oh?”
    “She shot my ass full of silver.”
    “Can’t say I’m surprised.” Voices in the background nearly drowned Greyson out. “Give me a few. I’ll be up shortly.”
    “Wait,” Wolfe ordered before the line went dead. “I need to know her name in case she wakes disoriented or confused.”
    “She’s asleep?”
    He studied her peaceful heart-shaped face. The bruise marring her chin was stark against her porcelain skin, deepening to a mottled purple along her jaw. Shame hit home, a reminder that he’d put the mark there.
    Clearing his throat, he answered evasively, “You could say that.”
    “Did you remove her weapons?”
    “No.” Wolfe glanced at the guns beneath each of her arms. “Why?”
    “When she wakes up, she won’t be disoriented or confused. That girl will empty a magazine in your hide for coming between her and those vampyren. After she decorates the carpet with your blood, she’ll kick you while you’re down to remind you not to fuck with her again.”
    He peered down at her face, so angelic in sleep, finding the idea laughable. “You’re joking.”
    “The hell I am. She’ll own your ass sure as shit.”
    Damn it. Bending down, he unsnapped the fastenings that kept her weapons in place, starting with the leather around her shoulders.
    “Arden.”
    “What?” he blurted, lifting her torso to pull the holster from her delicate shoulders. His mate was beautifully built but so slim he could break her in two if he wasn’t careful.
    “That’s her name.”
    The line went dead, and Wolfe plopped the phone into the cradle. He carried the holster full of weapons into the small kitchen and placed them in a cabinet. Then he went to the sink, tossed his ruined shirt atop the counter and removed a dishtowel from one of the drawers beneath a crusty old microwave.
    He swiped at the wounds on his chest, dreading the removal of the shells from his flesh. It figured the injuries would be caused by the very female fate intended for him. Nothing ever went as planned. Things always occurred when he least expected it, catching him totally unaware.
    Including this.
    He turned, bracing his hands on the counter, and gazed at the small form resting peacefully across from him. Moonlight shone from the window and cased her in a soft white glow, causing her lush blonde hair to appear almost white. A debilitating longing surrounded him. He wanted to go to her, hold her closely and lose himself inside the moist and inviting heat of her body. The connection would sustain him, empower him and make his wolf stronger. He wanted what every lycae did.
    A family.
    A home.
    Children.
    She’s a dhampir.
    Could they have children? Was it even possible?
    He forced aside what he wasn’t ready to deal with and wrestled with the uncertainty between the two of them. When a lycae found its mate, it wasn’t long until he or she claimed the other piece of their soul. It was natural and necessary to ensure a lifelong bond. In this situation, his female would probably sever his dick off at the hilt with one of her silver daggers before she willingly submitted to him.
    “Arden.”
    Her name suited her perfectly, beautiful yet mysterious. He couldn’t wait to unravel her like a present, discover her every secret. He’d take her to bed every night