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Yanking Mylo’s sweatshirt over Samuel’s shirt, she pulled Rune’s coat over all of them before pulling the blankets back.

Vix arranged them until it was more like the bed in her den, allowing her to feel all the fabrics at once. Then she climbed up and lay down in the center of so many different kinds of softness, feeling weirdly sleepy again.

Tucking her feet under the fur, she curled up with her knees to her chest, far more tired than she’d anticipated.

When was the last time she’d slept? She couldn’t remember.

That rumble in her chest started up again and it was soothing enough she felt like she couldn’t stay awake even if she tried. She blinked and found the alpha leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, watching her.

His eyes were gold, not green.

Vix closed her eyes as that rumble in her chest intensified and decided she’d take a small nap first.

Then she could meet the witchling.

Chapter 16

Mylo

Delicious chaos was sleeping in his bed.

Mylo stood at the foot of that bed and tilted his head, staring down at her as she slept with all his blankets yanked off and piled up like some kind of nest around her. She was curled up like a little housecat and fuckingpurring.

He pushed his glasses up his nose with a single finger, inspecting the magic carved into her skin that he hadn’t been able to see before. The scars were still there, but he could see there were different kinds of power in those marks with the glasses on.

One peeked out from the neck of his sweatshirt, almost covered by Rune’s coat. The way it glimmered made him want to touch it, poke at it a bit with that unholy piece they’d given him—forcedhim to take.

Reaching out, he felt the sudden urge to wrap his silver-covered fingers around her throat andsqueeze, just to see what she would do. Crush her windpipe until that purring died so it would stop tempting him.

A feral kitten slept in his bed, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kill her or wrap his body around her so he could feel that aggressive rattle of hers in his bones.

This thing she did to him…it drew on pieces of him that desperately wanted to beg her to take him apart one last time so she could put him back together the wayshewanted – erasing the touch of other hands…destroying their motives with hers.

It sickened him.

Absolutely disgusting that he would be so interested in a person he couldn’t even scent. She didn’t exist – a body without a soul. A walking corpse.

His hand brushed a silky lock of black hair from her face instead of choking the life from her. No magic on her here, but the freckles were devastating. A sharp grin spread across Mylo’s face so fast it could have been made by a blade.

Revolting.

Pulling the glasses off his face, he tucked them into his blazer pocket as he towered over her like some ghastly monster waiting for the perfect moment to rip her to pieces. Considering how good her instincts were, Mylo found it odd that she slept so peacefully with his shadow hanging over her like a guillotine.

Tilting his head the other way, he eyed her long black hair, wondering why she trusted him not to kill her when he’d conned her into coming here, lured her into the monster’s den with sweet promises he had no intention of keeping.

He supposed he had let her borrow his scent, but he definitely didn’t want her.

Not the way she assumed anyway.

Mylo breathed in Samuel’s scent and the familiar way it mixed with his and Rune’s. There was another scent under there, subtle. He leaned down and carefully picked up a lock of her hair with a claw, bringing it up to his nose.

Samuel had used his special oils on her? Those oils cost a fortune and could only be made by the vampires…Mylo sighed. It made sense, he supposed. Those oils were the only thing that would cling to her skin like a scent would.

Underneath that though?

Nothing.

He dropped her hair and lifted his lip in a silent snarl, feeling the urge to destroy the soulless creature sleeping in his bed.

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