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An image of my parents’ mangled bodies pops into my head. “What about our parents?”

“Frank and Peter have been watching them since the eclipse,” Jayce informs me.

I could kill him for not telling me, but instead I throw my arms around his neck and press my lips to his.

“Tell Peter and Frank to leave the furniture. Except my writing desk. Everything else came with the apartment.”

Chapter 22

Jayce

A night at Twin’s with Anjal and Priscilla is just the break our relationship needs.

Two weeks straight of helping Shay with her exercises has me nearly falling to my knees and begging for permission to bury my face in her sweet-smelling pussy.

My bull is the one pushing me to hold off.

I could easily devour her juices until she screams my name without penetration, but he insists that her heart and fears need us to last another twelve weeks.

If I pressure her for release in alternative ways, it could convince her that sex and orgasms are more important to me than they are. She needs to remain my most valuable treasure.

Nothing will stop me from persuading her she’s my mate. No one else is going to steal me away.

I won rock-paper-scissors with Anjal. Since he lost, his back is to the door while he shares the booth with his mate.

His lack of visibility didn’t stop him from noticing the woman who walked in the door at the same time I saw her and scented her.

We both grab the girls by the hand and drag them toward the tall blonde. We’ve earned their trust in such a way that they stare at us as if we’re crazy, but they avoid questioning our actions.

Damian cuts us off. He falls to his knees in front of the woman and takes her by the hand. “Mate.”

“Idiot. Get up. I don’t have time for you. Where are they? Do you know where they are?” The woman’s pleas sound desperate.

Damian looks our way out of the corner of his eye.

She turns toward us, revealing a scar, which covers most of her left cheek. The girls gasp.

Shay and Cill’s mother can’t see any of us.

I nod at Damian. “Why don’t we have a seat while we wait for someone who can help you find them?”

“We must find them. Warn them. He knows.” She reeks of fear and panic.

“Trust me, mate. We will. I’m Damian. Might I know your name?”

“Stop with this mate stuff. My daughters’ lives are at stake. Bring them to me.”

Damian gets her to sit.

I shoot a 9-1-1 text to Willow with a pin to our location.

Hopefully, she can counter the protection spell, keeping her from seeing us. As Damian’s mate, hopefully we can trust her.

I look over at Shay. Tears stream from her eyes. This woman is a perfect blend of both Shay and Priscilla. I’d know she was the woman who gave birth to them without the similar smell of DNA running through all three of their veins.

Despite her insistence that there isn’t time for Damian’s mate’s claims, she rests her head on his shoulder while they wait for us.

Anjal and I both move in to wrap the girls in our arms, only they gravitate toward one another instead.

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