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I twitched, my pussy alight with tingles, my body ascending.

Grim wrapped me in a hug when he pulled out of my mouth with a wet sound, and then caressed my messed-up face. “Good thing you’re already in the water, love. You need another bath.”

I chuckled, trying to blink away the intense climaxes and stay awake from the sudden spike in sensations. I let Grim hug me against his hard, burly chest, while Magnus coiled in around me from behind.

Magnus mumbled close to my ear, “I have to leave for a week, silvermoon. It might be dangerous. I’m going to the surface.”

“W-What?” Spinning around, I opened my mouth to ask what in Hel Magnus was talking about—

But Arne Gornhodr was standing near the edge of the bank behind him. His blue tunic was unbuttoned at the top, his face pale.

Shocked, a string of shifting emotions hit me all at once. “Arne?”

Even with the serious look on his face, there was a moment of playful banter as he studied the three of us, naked, hugging, tangled.

“Dammit, I always miss the good part,” the iceshaper said with a snap of his fingers. “I’m glad the three of you are together though.”

My head swiveled from him to Magnus. I gave the bloodrender a look that said,I’m not done with you,before returning my gaze to Arne at the bank. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Sven is in Eir Wing, lass. Someone fucked him up good.”

Chapter 8

Ravinica

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” I snarled as I threw aside the drape leading into Sven’s recovery cave.

He tipped his head from his gurney, noticing the shadows of Arne, Magnus, and Grim behind me. “Oh . . . what the . . .Dagny!” His voice boomed, body shaking as he coughed. “You bitch!”

“She’s a cat, not a dog,” I said with a frown.

“You . . . kitty-cat cun—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, asshole,” I interjected, lightly slapping his arm, which was bandaged.

“Ow,” he murmured, lowering his voice. “I’m injured. Judas.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be dramatic. Why didn’t you want anyone knowing about this?”

The wolf shifter looked much worse than when I’d left him this afternoon. Dagny had done a good job of patching him up, but his movie-star face was bruised and purple.

“Because his pride knows no bounds,” an exasperated voice said behind me. I turned to face Dagny, my best friend, who shook her head and sighed. “I’m not sure I can take more than one day of this guy here, Rav.”

I cringed and rubbed the back of my neck. “That bad, huh?”

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