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felt
on his face slipped some as he contemplated that thought. “Why did
you take me?”
    “ We need your help to find
the king,” Tyron said firmly.
    An ache gnawed at Khal’s chest.
“There’s no other reason?” At least Tyron had been upfront and
honest. The male hadn’t hidden his reason when asked. Was there
some credit to be given for that, even when it broke Khal’s spirit
to once again be wanted for what he could do?
    Tyron looked Khal over. “I
wasn’t going to allow Kazru to continue abusing you like he was.
You should be revered, not used to whore in his establishment .”
    “ So you pitied me?” Khal
asked, his chest aching all the more. He should feel gratitude for
being plucked from the whorehouse. But at least there, he didn’t
feel the sudden shame that was coursing through his veins now.
Tyron thought Khal unclean, it showed on his face.
    “ Pity?” Tyron asked. “I
don’t know it was necessarily pity. No one should be treated like
that, forced to sell their body to others just to live under
Kazru’s protection.”
    “ Yet you left all the
other whores there. Did you not think about them? Or was it that
they didn’t have the gift you needed?”
    Embarrassment flooded Tyron’s face and
he stood. “With your help, we can free them all. Every last shifter
who’s under Xakarrian rule can go free.”
    “ Then I should feel lucky
you saved me so I can help save the world,” Khal said, trying to
keep the bitterness from his voice. Perhaps one day someone would
love him just for him, and not want him for his gift. Today
apparently wasn’t that day.
     
    ****
     
    Tyron stood facing the oracle, feeling
as if every time he opened his mouth, he inserted his foot. Khal
looked so lonely, so lost, and Tyron wanted to pull the male into
his arms and give him comfort. Tyron wanted to whisper to Khal that
things would be better and no one would subject him to those kinds
of horrors again.
    But after the male had been forced to
allow others to touch him, Tyron didn’t want to pressure Khal with
unwanted intimacies.
    No matter how much
Tyron wanted to
touch Khal.
    There was something calling Tyron
closer, something about the small male that made his protective
instincts kick in. Tyron’s fingers itched to trail over Khal’s
skin. The need to claim Khal made his cock ache between his legs.
There was little doubt in Tyron’s mind.
    Khal was his mate.
    Tyron watched Khal closely, really
watching the male. Khal didn’t have the affected air of someone who
realized just how handsome he truly was. He wasn’t just handsome.
He was almost too perfect. His eyes were the brightest blue Tyron
had ever witnessed, and they were large and expressive. Pain and
heartache was reflected in those wide orbs, but there was something
else—a longing Tyron could feel down deep to his bones each time
the oracle looked his way.
    Tyron sensed Khal wanted someone to
take away his loneliness. Tyron was more than willing to help—but
he wouldn’t push too soon.
    He went back to gazing at the male’s
form. Khal’s skin was almost a shade of purple; it was so blue,
which spoke of a mix somewhere in his ancestry. Was that a trait in
all oracles? Was that where they got their ability of foresight
from? Tyron allowed his gaze to travel across Khal’s smooth skin
and down his trim body. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his lean,
lightly muscled form. Willowy, that was the best word Tyron could
think to describe the male.
    “ What are you staring at?”
Khal asked suddenly, breaking the spell Tyron was under.
    “ I wasn’t staring.” A lie.
Tyron felt bad as soon as he uttered it.
    Khal rose and glared at Tyron. “I know
you think I’m below you for what I’ve done in that whorehouse, but
trust me, it was my only option if I wanted to live. I did what I
had to, and I won’t let you stand there and judge me for
it.”
    Tyron frowned, completely thrown off
guard. “What are you talking about?”
    “ I’ve seen the