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invectives and threats. Lucas would have laughed if he weren’t so concerned about Kyle’s welfare. He’d been trained to kill creatures a lot tougher and meaner than the pathetic human in his arms.
    “I’m only going to repeat this once. Where is Kyle?”
    Craig did as expected and cursed louder. Lucas kicked his feet out from under him and slammed him down to the floor on his chest. He brought one boot down over the back of the man’s neck and yanked on the arm he was still holding. With a vicious twist, he bent Craig’s wrist until the cords of his neck stood out in hollow relief. The scream that followed was almost high enough to pierce his eardrums.
    “In the room! He’s in the bedroom!” Craig cried.
    “That’s better. Now show me where that is.” Lucas hefted the man up and grasped his neck in a bruising hold. The house had very few walls, which he supposed was meant to give it an airy appeal, but the furnishings and decorations simply made it feel cold and uninviting. After twenty or so open yards, Craig stopped at a tall door. Lucas opened it and pushed the man inside. Craig stopped at another door which looked to lead to a closet.
    Lucas was confused but decided to play along for now. “I’m still waiting to see Kyle.”
    “It’s locked,” Craig ground out.
    Lucas arched a brow at him and Craig mumbled under his breath as he pulled a gold key from his pocket with his good hand then turned it in the lock. The door swung open and Lucas felt his breath catch at what he saw inside. Craig cried out beside him and Lucas had to forcibly remove his fingers from around the man’s neck before he crushed it. He curled his other hand and smashed it square on the bridge of Craig’s nose, the crunch of cartilage not even close to satisfying the black fury that suffused him.
    “Stay.” He threw Craig against the wall then turned back to the huddled form on the floor of the closet. Kyle lay in a foetal position, covered in blood from his face to his calves. From the sour smell of urine, he could tell that the man had been in there for a while. Probably since the last night Kyle had worked. He knelt down and checked for a pulse. It was faint and a little too fast, but it was there.
    After taking off his jacket, he draped it over the still body. There was no way he could lift Kyle without hurting him. Most of the wounds appeared to be on his back. As gently as possible, he gathered the smaller man in his arms, letting out a growl when he noticed that Kyle’s wrists were cuffed in front of him. Kyle whimpered and fluttered his eyelashes, but his lids were too swollen to open.
    “It’s all right, kid. I’ve got you.”
    “He’s mine,” Craig hissed. Standing up, he cradled his broken nose in one hand and began to advance on Lucas.
    “You ever touch him again and I’ll have you begging for death before you die.” Lucas meant every word, and from the blanching of Craig’s face, he could tell the guy knew it.
    “He’ll be back.”
    Lucas didn’t contradict him. He couldn’t force Kyle to stay away from his boyfriend if he truly wanted to return, but he’d try his damnedest to convince him otherwise. He carried Kyle from the room and house, not trusting his ability to restrain himself from causing Craig permanent damage. At his car, he lowered the back of the passenger seat as far as it would go and laid Kyle down, buckling him in. Lucas then slid in behind the wheel and headed towards the nearest hospital.
    Kyle squirmed beside him. “Where am I?” His voice was no more than a soft croak.
    “You’re with me. Lucas. Try not to talk. We’re almost at the hospital.”
    Kyle shook his head but whimpered again. With the amount of bruises on it, it was probably killing him. “No hospitals. Please.”
    Lucas drove two more blocks then let out a defeated sigh. He could assess the kid’s injuries at his house and if they proved to be more than he could take care of, he would insist upon the hospital.