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    Sasha smiled, “Congratulations, I am so glad you have found each other—that is amazing.”
    Killian stepped forward and ran a hand down her arm. “However, the Gods have blessed me with two mates as you well know.”
    “Really?” Sasha said and brushed past him into her office, she had a ward set so no one could enter unless she allowed them, which included even her family. She needed to get away from these two. Their relentless pursuit of her over the last couple of weeks was weakening her resolve. She stayed busy in the day, but Gods, the nights were hell. She physically burned up inside for them. Killian made a noise of frustration when he was blocked from coming in. “Who is he?”
    “You damn well know it is not a he—it is you, sweetheart, who is the final piece to this equation. Stop playing these games and let's talk about this,” Killian demanded in his royal voice.
    Sasha rolled her eyes and then smiled at him innocently.
    “No, I don’t know that, maybe your wires are crossed.” She laughed, then Zade moved from behind Killian and she could see them both, damn they were hot . Killian had long blonde hair that was kept braided down his back, she longed to run her fingers through it, but of course, she would never allow herself the luxury. He was a pretty boy, with a smooth thin face, and full lips that were made for kissing. He was tall and lanky, just what you would think a Fae looked like, and Zade was the exact opposite. Although many would not call him handsome, she did in her head. He was rugged, with short black hair cut in the human’s military style. His face was hard and chiseled with a scar across his cheek from the battle they had just waged against Dion and his assholes. He was built like a brick shit house, muscles bulging. She knew wrapped in his arms nothing would hurt her. She felt the moisture pool in her panties from the thought. And when she heard the loud intake of air, looked directly at Zade, and saw the smirk on his face. Oh yeah, she had been busted. Damn shifter senses.
    She had to stop thinking like that. Because although she was a Witch, she was not the typical female. She refused to wear dresses, and instead wore black cargo pants, with her pockets stuffed full of weapons—well hidden. And her fashion sense was shown by the different colored tank tops she chose to wear. Sasha was not a shrinking flower, who could be in his family. Although she was smart like her siblings, she also was taught by them to defend herself.
    She was five foot nine inches tall with a willowy build and she worked out to keep herself prepared. Her long, straight, dark brown hair hung down the middle of her back in her usual ponytail, and her porcelain skin was flawless. She was gorgeous, or that was what so many men told her; a small pert nose, and full lips, she could pass for one of the Fae if she wanted to. She was not as delicate as her features made her appear though—defense training and accurate marksmanship were only part of her skills. Dion and his bastards had tried to kidnap her siblings, then her, and she would be damned if she allowed any of it. Sasha was preparing to kick some ass if she needed to.
    “Sorry, do you need a portal opened to the Fae Stratum ? ‘Cause as we talked about, as of the meeting, all portals are sealed until further notice,” Sasha said, then lifted her hand and slammed the door in their faces.
    She almost felt bad— almost . However, she had more things to worry about. Tracking down some of the mysterious portal coins was her top priority. This morning her brother, Blake, the King of the Stratum, informed her of the possibility that some of her magic had been stolen. She had no clue how this could have happened.
    Opening the small locked drawer where she kept the main coins that led to each of the Stratums, she assured herself they were still there. Sasha had figured this out a long time ago, before she had even been appointed the Head of the