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wasn’t good for their future.
    His gaze traveled to her hurt leg. She’d put pressure on it when she kneed Surge. It must be screaming right now. He needed to make her comfortable so she’d relax and get off it.
    “You hungry?” he asked. “Let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll make you something to eat.”
    Surge gave him a skeptical look. None of them really did much in the kitchen besides Surge. It was like his playground and therapy at the same time. Working with fire, creating instead of destroying, it helped him deal with his issues surrounding the massive forest fire that wiped out their families twenty years ago.
    But Beast despised cooking the most out of all of them.
    “I am actually,” Punk said. “The hospital food hasn’t been kind to me.”
    “Were you mean to it first,” Surge asked, accusingly. “Did you karate chop a pork chop on your first day or something? Nut check a baked potato?”
    Punk narrowed her eyes. “No,” she hissed. “It didn’t try to touch me so it was safe.”
    “Touché, little beast, touché. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go cry over my injured jewels.”
    Diz snickered and flipped the channel on the TV.
    “Kitchen’s through there.” Beast pointed her in the right direction, eager to get her alone again.
    “Hey,” Blister spoke up. “Anyone know what time the other one is coming?”
    “Other one?”
    “The other…” He gestured awkwardly at Punk’s back as she made her way into the kitchen, his eyes not finding a place to land but rather bouncing off different points in the room. “Female. The other female.”
    “Annie?” Diz asked.
    Blister stared at the back of his hand as if there was something interesting there. “Yeah,” he said casually.
    Beast stared at his friend. What was this about? Was Blister interested in that syrupy female? Surely to hell not.
    “Around seven I think.”
    Blister nodded. “ ‘Kay.”
    “Why?” Diz grinned. “You wanna make sure you’re around?”
    Blister went still and his voice was eerily quiet. “No.”
    “Whatever man. I’m onto you. I saw the way you were look—”
    “No,” Blister said more forcefully. “You got it all wrong. I want to make sure I’m nowhere to be found.”
    With that, he yanked the door open and stalked away.
    “Fuck,” Diz muttered. “What did I say?”
    “Don’t jerk him around, Diz,” Beast warned. “Something’s going on with him.”
    “Fine, fine. Damn sensitive wolves. It’s like I’m living with a bunch of—”
    “Don’t finish that sentence or I’ll have to kick your ass, and I don’t feel like it right now.”
    Diz flipped his middle finger, and Beast strode into the kitchen.
    Punk had settled on a bar stool with her broken leg propped up. Beast opened the fridge and peered inside.
    “What do you feel like eating? We’ve got eggs and bacon. Stuff for grilled cheese…”
    “You have tomato soup?”
    He rummaged through a cabinet and came up with a single can of Campbell’s. “Yep.”
    “Grilled cheese and soup sounds heavenly right now.”
    Beast tossed the can high into the air and caught it. “Coming right up, madam.”
    He got the bread out and started buttering several slices.
    “This is actually my specialty, you know.”
    She raised an eyebrow, not impressed. “That right?”
    “Mm hm. It’s your lucky night. Gourmet grilled cheese, a party among friends, and several bastards willing to wait on you hand and foot if you’ll let them.”
    She lowered her gaze, playing with the rings on her fingers. “Listen, I’m sorry for what I did to Surge. I just… No, I can’t apologize for it. I know he didn’t deserve it. I can see that now. But I can’t be sorry because having that impenetrable boundary is what has kept me sane all these years.”
    He stared at her, willing her to give him more. His wolf paced inside needing to know her secrets so he could make everything better.
    She shook her head slowly. “I know you don’t understand. I