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“Baby, there needs to be another word for what we feel for you,” he says, and my heart contracts.

“Wow,” I breathe, and he smirks.

“I’m surprised the bed held,” King says dryly.

“Magic,” I say.

“Your love is the magic,” King says. “I feel how pure it is.” He holds his palm over his heart. “I never knew how whole I could feel.”

I sigh. “Seriously, you have to stop with the words,” I tease.

“Sorry, baby,” Mav says. “That’s not going to happen.” He slides his hand over my waist, pulling until I’m pressed to his chest.

“Perhaps I could get used to it,” I say, and his head descends. Yes, it won’t be a hardship to let my mates seduce with their words.

As the heat from King moves close to my back, I fall into the love and the bond of my wild dragon mates.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Saphira

“Iknow you killed her,” I whisper in his ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he cries.

“Bensen, aren’t you tired of lying?” I move back, walking to the table across from me. My fingers caress the handles of my knives. “You can tell me. I won’t reveal your secret.” Looking over my shoulder, I raise a brow at the man hanging in chains.

Heath was kind enough to supply the information about a man who had killed his girlfriend. Bensen has been living a double life, as most abusers do, and tortured his live-in girlfriend for three years before killing her two weeks ago. On the outside, he is an upstanding citizen. He wears a suit to work, donates to the holiday company parties, and is kind to animals.

At home, once he walks through the door, he becomes a different person. He likes his meals healthy, on time, and never burnt. His girlfriend, Bethanny, had to be on guard and perfectly put together at all times. She couldn’t have an opinion, be late,deny sex, or have a job outside of taking care of him. He mentally and physically abused her.

The tipping point was when she snuck out of the house when she thought he was at a work conference. Her sister had a baby. Bensen hadn’t allowed Bethanny to see her for over a year. She wanted to meet her nephew. She was gone for two hours and then walked back into the house, into hell. He did the most disgusting, horrible things to her before he lost any control he had left.

“She didn’t obey,” he whispers through dry lips. “Every day I had to discipline her. She wasn’t allowed to leave the house.” Red creeps across his face. He can’t hold his confessions back. “It didn’t matter where I was—she was supposed to follow the rules. She was lucky to have me and should have been grateful. She didn’t have to work. I supplied her with everything she needed. I gave her money, bought her pretty clothes, and fed her well. What more did she need?” he asks, his voice vibrating with rage.

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” I ask, picking a knife.

“Who are you?” he asks for the tenth time since waking up in the old barn.

“My name is Saphira,” I say, and point to the two men leaning against the wall. “Those are my mates, Kingston, and Maverick.” My gaze sticks for a moment on their sexy forms.

“Mates?” Bensen asks, and I tear my attention away.

“Yes.” I smile brightly. “I’m a dragon shifter.”

He laughs abruptly. “Right. Who sent you? Did you know my girlfriend?”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not,” I sigh, swinging the knife in the air. “I didn’t know Bethanny, but I know some of the desperation and fear she felt.”

“What do you want?” he grits out.

“I want there to be more men like my mates and our family. I hate that pieces of shit like you still exist in the world. You shouldn’t be able to get away with killing a woman who only made the mistake of loving you.” I tap the tip of the knife against his chest. “I hope Bethanny smiles wherever she is when I kill you.”

“Fucking bitch,” he screams, twisting his body. “You can’t do this.”

“Watch your mouth,” Kingston warns. They push off the wall, walking closer.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want to you,” I sing. “When I’m done, nothing will be left of your body but ash.” I cut through his shirt to the skin below. “It would be nice if you begged,” I suggest.

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