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“Totally awesome,” Nate told him.

“You…” Logan hated to ask. “You don’t think that anyone would judge me if I wore my pretties around the house.”

“I can guarantee that no one will mind,” Nate said.

“Of course they won’t!” Bryce insisted.

“I’m gonna have to agree with them. I know it’s scary to share your secrets, but we all love you. We just want you to be happy. If wearing pretties makes you happy, then we support you,” Lawson said.

“And another excuse to go shopping again!” Nate clapped.

Logan laughed. “I do like shopping.”

They all jumped as Lucifer appeared in the middle of the living room.

“Easy there, boys.” Lucifer held up his hands. “I didn’t mean to frighten you all.”

“Where’s Dean? Noah? What happened?” Logan struggled to get off the couch.

“It’s okay, pretty lion,” Lucifer told him. “I came to take you to them. They are fine but could use your support.”

“Yes, take me!” Logan demanded.

“I want to go too!” Nate shouted.

“I need to get Daddy,” Bryce said.

“They are fine,” Lucifer repeated. “Dean could use his mate. The threat is over but it’s more of a family thing at this point.”

“We are family,” Nate stated firmly.

“I know, my fierce bobcat,” Lucifer said. “But this has to do with Dean’s family. I don’t know who else he wants involved.”

Nate huffed. “Fine.”

“Let’s go,” Logan insisted. If Dean needed him, then Logan would be there for his mate.

Lucifer waved his hand in front of Logan. He was magically dressed in jeans and a T-shirt along with a pair of boots. “Let’s keep the pretty clothes under those. We don’t want Dean to lose all control and embarrass us all by not being able to keep his hands off you.”

Logan giggled. “Good idea.”

“Let’s go.” Lucifer placed his hand on Logan’s shoulder. They transported from his home to Dean’s side.

“Dean?” Logan said softly.

His mate looked up at him with sad eyes. “I wanted to protect them.”

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Dean

He’d thought that everything would be fine. The magic the coven wielded was nothing compared to his own. With Lucifer and Noah, Dean had known that it would be time-consuming and exhausting, but no one needed to die.

No one should have had to die.

Dean had not expected his sister to attempt to stab him in the back with a knife.

Crouching over her still body, Dean mourned the young woman that had lost her life. It wasn’t even his side that had taken her out. As she’d stabbed Dean, another coven member had sent a fireball into them. Dean’s protective gear had saved him from both the knife and the fireball.

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