Page 125 of The Vampire's Storm

He wasn’t sure he was ready for it. But if he was to be listened to by the warriors, then he’d need to either come up with a really fucking solid plan. Or tell them she was his mate.

Because mates trumped just about everything.

Text her.

I can’t. It could get her killed.

Her phone is on silent. She won’t have to speak. Text her. Otherwise, you’re useless as fuck to all of us if you just freak out.

Says the guy who kidnapped his mate.

Yeah, well, hashtag do not recommend.

Logan snorted silently. Then pulled out his phone and typed Brooklyn a message.

Are you safe?

...

...

Yes.

Not that she would know if the mafia were onto her but just receiving her response calmed him somewhat.

I’m sorry.

Okay.

Brooklyn, I’m sorry. After this, I want to talk.

No. You hurt me last night. I can’t do this anymore.

Fuck.

Let me explain. After this. Just please keep yourself hidden and safe.

Damn it. The last thing he wanted to do was freak her out.

“I can hear your heart thumping from over here, Mathieson.” Craig growled. “What is going on?”

“Brooklyn belongs to Logan,” Ben announced to the fucking entire world.

His face shot up from his phone. “Ben! Fucking hell!”

“Of course she goddamn does.” Craig threw his head back and groaned. “It’s like a goddamn endemic now.”

Logan frowned. “I didn’t plan this. I fucking hate humans. And...she might not be.”

Ben laughed. “She is. You hate people but this one has you turning inside out. She’s your mate.”

Marcus nodded.

Kurt nodded.

Ben smirked.

Logan glanced at the prince, seeking help.

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