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part of himself with an armadillo, but wasn’t sure exactly what all that entailed. Moss was cursed with a reptilian side, which for him meant beautiful scales that resembled the most intricate of tattoos. Moss also had the ability to skim across water and see exceptionally well in the night.
    After tightening the strings to her sweat pants she padded quietly out into the living room. She found Damien leaning over a small light and apparently reading something.
    “What is it this time?” she asked, sensing something else had happened.
    “Seems our rock carried a note.” He turned and waved a paper back and forth angrily.
    “And what does it say, or dare I ask?” She came to stand so close, the heat from his body offered her comfort for what she feared the note would hold.
    A reminder apparently. He shook his head, clearly agitated. “You were warned and so was she.” He crushed the note in his fist and slung into the night.
    “Well, gee, wonder who that’s from.” She huffed, rolling her eyes for sarcastic emphasis when he turned to face her.
    “This isn’t something to scoff at,” Damien warned, the worry evident in his tone.
    “No, maybe not. But I’m sure as hell not running around my own home in fear of some jerk-off either.” She figured she looked like a petulant child with her hip thrust out and chin held up, but she didn’t care. She would not run around in fear. It simply wasn’t in her.
    “It’s not Demetrius I fear. He, I can handle without issue.” She saw the arch in his spine as he seemed to bristle at her words.
    “Oh I didn’t mean you couldn’t.” Damn male testosterone. She’d hit a nerve without meaning to. She had no doubt Damien could pulverize the little shit, but he seemed so serious about the warning. Now she’d bruised her shifter’s ego. Perfect end to their otherwise beautiful evening
. Just peachy.
    “I worry about this secret Society he spoke of during the battle with his mother. Remember, he said the Society had grown weary of her dalliances with men and cursing them for her own desires.”
    Grace did remember. Octavia had spent years stealing and turning handsome men into shifters under her thumb. Convincing them they would no longer fit into society and that their curse would be the least of their concerns if they dare tried to leave the swamp. Her domain.
    “I wonder who they are. They weren’t happy with Octavia, maybe they’re unhappy with Demetrius as well?”
    “One could only hope. But to discount his threats and assume would be too dangerous a mistake to make. When Moss and Beth arrive in a few hours we need to research who this Society might be. I’d feel better knowing at least
who
we are up against, other than our known threat, Demetrius.”
    Grace understood not knowing was dangerous. But his words “in a few hours” sunk in and she took his hand and led him back the bedroom. The next day would no doubt hold much anxiety and stress. For now, she just wanted to curl up with Damien and enjoy the rest of the night.
    He followed her in silence and they undressed as they walked. Neither said a word; they didn’t need to. She pulled back the sheet from what she hoped would become his side of the bed. How freaking wonderful that would be.
His
. One damn rock away from perfection.
    When she got her hands on that louse Demetrius, the jerk would pay for busting her happy bubble.

Chapter Five
    “Oh shit, sorry.”
    Grace jerked awake to Beth’s startled, apologetic voice and the creak of her bedroom door closing. Confused, she rolled over and threw her leg to the cool side of the bed. But instead of a chilled sheet, her thigh encountered a warm brick wall.
    Damien!
    She wasn’t sure what to do. It had been so long since she’d invited a man in her bed, much less wakened to one still lying next to her. She froze as snippets of the night before replayed, and her cheeks burned when she went to pull her leg back and became aware of numerous sore areas.