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didn’t freeze. “You two are idiots…fighting like a couple of school boys. Ridiculous.” She jumped out of the way when Kennet staggered away from Flannery with a chuckle.
    “Is that all you got, little brother?” Kennet’s wheezy taunt had her shaking her head. How can he keep taunting him? Is he suicidal? Deciding she’d had enough of the bickering, she looked around for something to break them up. An idea formed in her head. Hmmm, if it works for the toms at home, maybe…
    Skirting around the brawling men, she headed for the small kitchenette. Rummaging under the sink, she found a pail. Filling it with ice-cold water, she listened to the continued grunts and thuds of flesh hitting on flesh. When it finished filling, she lifted it out of the sink.
    Stepping back into the room, she sidestepped a broken shelf. “Destructive men.” She tsked under her breath as Flannery flew across the room, hitting the wall next to her from a well-placed kick. Sprawled on his back in the center of the room on the overturned sofa, Kennet sprung to his feet, his face red with exertion, his mocking smile now gone.
    “I swear I’m gonna kick your prank- lovin ’ ass...” Flannery lunged back towards his brother, and with a sigh, she let the water fly. He stumbled to a stop, shock radiating off him. Water ran down his face and hair to stream in rivulets over his bare chest and down into the parted waistband of his pants. Shockingly enough, he was still hard. Her tongue edged out between her lips as the idea of licking away the water teased her.
    “What the fuck!” His blue eyes narrowed on her. “What the hell did you do that for?” The snarl dragged her eyes up from his groin.
    She gave him a shrug. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. It works on the toms at home, so—”
    “Unbelievable!” He raked a hand through his wet hair. “Get out! Both of you.”
    Kennet held his hands up. “I’m leaving, I swear.” He stooped and righted the couch, returning it to its original position. “But I’d think twice about ordering her away.” He nodded towards her. “She may just be the one .”
    A disbelieving laugh escaped Flannery. “Like I believe in that nonsense Dad told you. Assero vel’abeo , my ass. There’ll never be a woman who’ll drive me as insane as Jasmyn did to you. It’s just some bullshit he made up to get you and Jasmyn together. I control my body, not some damn mating ritual.”
    Kennet smirked. “You just keep thinking that, Flan. You may not have two separate voices in your head demanding you claim your TrueMate , but you sure as hell have the instincts.” After righting the stand, he clapped a hand over Flannery’s shoulder. “And I’m almost certain that they’re screaming that she’s yours.”
    “Not even close.” He nodded towards her. “I’ll admit she’s attractive but even the Pope would be able to see the innocence radiating off her.” Shrugging off Kennet’s hand, he glared at her. “You’re the last woman I’d take to bed.” When her shoulders slumped, his eyes softened. “I’m sorry, little one, but the things I need would be…too much for an innocent— especially one of your nature. Not to mention your god-father would kill me, despite what he says.”
    Tears burned at her eyes. If he’d blustered a bit more, she’d have taken in stride and continue with her plan, but his gentle words would’ve nearly undone her if they hadn’t pissed her off. She was no seductress, but it didn’t mean she was pathetic.
    “So it’s my innocence you protest?”
    He gave a brisk nod.
    “And if I were to tell you I wasn’t a virgin, then would you take me into your bed?”
    His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared. At his side, his fists clenched. “No.”
    Observing his reaction, she moved to the sofa, smoothed her skirts out, and sat down on the edge. Perhaps instead of using seduction, the same tempting logics she used when soul gathering, would work better. “Then