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“Not because I didn’t understand the feeling,” Bishop says. “I didn’t want to deal with our sister being pissed at us. Plus, we don’t have enough dragons in the world.”

“Saphira is deeply loved,” Laken says. “Her past is tragic. She needs men who tread lightly. If I don’t think you can care for her how she needs, we will teach you a lesson.”

“We respect the bond, so we can’t kill you,” Bishop says. “Her pain would devastate us.”

“We will be what she needs,” Kingston grits out.

“I hope so,” Bishop says. Their magic floats around them; it is as rich and colorful as the tattoos on their bodies. It is a warning to us.

“She had a hard night. We brought her home and put her to bed.” These men are going to be family. We have to play nice. “We didn’t expect her, but we won’t give her up,” I say.

“We found her at the club,” King says hesitantly.

“Our sister is a shit waitress,” Bishop grins. “Ryker is being nice.” He loses his smile. “She is the definition of strength.”

“Be the supporter of that strength,” Laken warns, crossing his arms.

“While we were walking here, my anger cooled,” Bishop says.

“Why?” I ask.

“We have built a community. A family of shifters and vampires. We look after each other. Which is great,” he says.

“Until it isn’t,” Laken says.

“Within days—”

“More like hours,” Laken says.

“The whole family will know about you,” Bishop smirks. “The group text will start firing. The shifters with the skills to dig for information will be digging into your life. The people in the family will show up at Saphira’s door.”

“Prepare yourself to be adopted,” Laken states. “We will reserve judgment.”

“Unless you hurt someone in the family,” Bishop adds.

“Then you will wish you never met the family.” Laken grins, but it’s feral. They nod and turn, walking away without a care that we could attack.

“Well,” King starts when they are halfway across the open space. “Our first adoption went well.”

“I wonder if they’ll adopt Mom, too?” I ask, and we share a grin.

“They won’t have a choice,” he says.

No, they won’t because she will storm the place to take her sons’ backs.

Chapter Six

Saphira

Someone is waking me up again. The ponding on the wood bounced around my head. Why can’t people respect boundaries? I work nights. If I want to sleep until noon, I will.

I roll over to my stomach, swing my legs off the bed, and wiggle backward. My eyes don’t want to open as I leave my bedroom and stumble to the living room.

“What?” I grumble as I swing the door open.

“Do you know you have two fine-as-fuck dragons on your roof?” Sally says, stepping back and wiggling her fingers in the air.

Oh, fuck. “Sally,” I whisper furiously. I grab her arm, yank her inside, and slam the door. How could I forget? “Oh my god, oh my god.” I drag my hands through my hair, pacing back to my room.

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