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    had always known Alexis would never kill anyone in cold blood.
    He’d been right, but in the end, Alexis’s innocence hadn’t saved him
    from the pain.
    Morgan checked Alexis one more time, making sure his lover
    truly slumbered. He then took a decision and got up. He would not
    allow anyone to put wrong ideas in Alexis’s head. For him, Alexis
    was as beautiful now as he’d ever been, and he would not stand for
    others to tell the incubus differently.
    He slipped out of the room, relieved when he found Angel and
    Clark Williams-Wade waiting outside, together with Morgan’s twin,
    Layton, and his good friend, Reed. His werewolf friends, Melanie, Derek, Jace, and Isaac, were also there, as well as the oldest of their group, lynxes Corbin and Preston.
    Angel had also been injured in the same explosion that had burned
    half of Alexis’s face, but courtesy of his shape-shifter abilities, he’d already healed up. Selfishly, Morgan thought it was very unfair, but
    he pushed the thought away. Angel had been a good friend for years,
    and Morgan was glad the young antelope had at least managed to
    escape the horrible explosion unscathed.
    “How is he?” Angel asked.
    “Upset.” Morgan couldn’t contain another deep sigh. “Could one
    of you stay with him? I have something to do.”
    “I’ll take over,” Angel offered immediately.
    Clark squeezed Angel’s waist. “No. You should be resting.”
    “Clark’s right,” Layton piped. “I’ll go. Don’t worry about a thing,
    Morgan.”
    Morgan thanked his brother and started walking away from the
    room. Every step he took weighed heavily on his heart, his chest tight at being separated from Alexis even for a second. But he needed to
    clear things up and make Alexis’s parents understand their son was
    not alone, and Morgan would not allow them to hurt Alexis any
    longer.
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    His acute senses led him to the office of the doctor in charge of
    Alexis’s case. He heard voices coming from inside and immediately
    identified the voices of the two older demons.
    “So that’s it then. We can we take him home?” Mrs. Whitaker
    asked.
    “Well, I would not recommend it until we at least remove the
    bandages and see how the wound is healing.”
    “We can do that at home,” Mr. Whitaker shot back. “He needs to
    be among his own kind, not here, around gawkers.”
    “I don’t think—” There was a short pause, and then the doctor
    started talking again, “Of course,” he said, his voice sounding husky.
    “Arrangements can be made today.”
    Anger boiled through Morgan. How dare the Whitakers attempt to
    take Alexis away from him? Morgan would not allow it. They’d have
    to go over his dead body to do it.
    Without sparing a single thought to courtesy or manners, Morgan
    burst into the room. Due to his parentage, they hadn’t even sensed his approach, and they jumped guiltily as he stalked inside.
    “I think not,” he said calmly. “Alexis isn’t going anywhere. He’s
    staying here with me.”
    Alexis’s parents turned toward him. At first, they didn’t say
    anything, but then Mr. Whitaker cleared his throat and suddenly said,
    “Mr. Pierce-Cunningham. Thank you for your kindness toward our
    son, but it’s really not necessary. Alexis will be happiest among his own kin now.”
    Morgan smiled tightly. “I disagree, and I think Alexis feels the
    same.” He narrowed his eyes at the incubi couple. “And I forbid you
    to ever speak to him the way you did earlier.”
    Mr. Whitaker’s pleasant expression turned into an angry frown,
    but it was his wife who spoke. “What gives you the right to forbid us anything?” she asked.
    “My affection for Alexis,” Morgan replied without missing a beat.
    Ignoring the two demons, he directed his attention to the medic. “May

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    I remind you, Dr. Thoreau, that you’re required to ask for the patient’s