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"He’s almost here,” Prynn notes.

"Then we should do this quickly," Blaim responds, lunging toward me with startling speed.

I grab a fallen branch, swinging it wildly. The makeshift weapon catches his forearm with a solid crack. He hisses, not in pain but something like pleasure, amber eyes darkening as a bruise forms on his perfect skin.

"She fights," he says, sounding delighted. "I adore when they fight."

"Makes their surrender sweeter," Prynn agrees, moving to flank me.

I'm cornered now, the brothers blocking all escape with their powerful frames. Their matching arousals stand fully erect again, ready to claim, to take, to share me between them in their twisted ritual.

"Final chance to retreat," I warn, branch raised before me. "He'll destroy you both. You know this."

"Perhaps," Blaim acknowledges, unconcerned.

"But what a glorious end," Prynn finishes, his smile predatory and beautiful.

They attack together, perfectly synchronized. I swing my improvised weapon, connecting with Prynn's ribs with a satisfying thud. He laughs.

"Spirited," he approves, grabbing my wrist. "This exceeds even our expectations, brother."

His fingers close around my arm with bruising force, twisting until the branch splinters and falls from my grip. I kick out, connecting with his knee, but Blaim has circled behind me, arms encircling my waist, holding me against his hard body.

"Feel her readiness?" he murmurs into my ear, his length pressing against my back. "So wet with need, despite her struggles?"

To my horror, he speaks the truth. My heat-influenced body responds to their alpha pheromones with instinctive preparation, wetness gathering despite my mind's revulsion. Not from arousal, as they suspect, but for self-preservation. To be knotted without enough slick is a thought too horrifying to consider.

"Release me!" I snarl, fighting their restraint.

"Never," Prynn purrs, close enough that I'm trapped between their bodies, front and back. "We'll make you sing so sweetly, copper-beauty. First for me, then for my brother, then both together."

His hand slides between my thighs, discovering the evidence of my body's betrayal. His smile turns triumphant as his fingers emerge glistening.

"See, brother? Her desire contradicts her words."

"Her body knows its true needs," Blaim agrees, one hand moving to my breast through torn clothing.

I realize with sinking dread that Cadeyrn may not arrive in time to save me. Which means I’m going to have to figure out how to save myself.

CHAPTER26

POV: Briar

"Perfect,"they whisper in unison, “the real fun begins.”

As their hands tighten around my arms, the cillae branded across my skin pulse violently. The temperature drops, ice crystals forming in the air. The brothers' breath clouds, but they only seem more excited—the fact that Cadeyrn is nearby appears to thrill them. At least, Cadeyrn must be nearby, if the air is freezing.

Then, unexpectedly, music shatters the tension.

Lira stands at the clearing's edge, her bone flute pressed to bloodied lips. The melody she plays isn't beautiful—it's jarring, discordant, notes grinding against each other, making my teeth vibrate and skin crawl.

The effect on the Raveling Brothers is immediate. They release me, hands flying to their ears as identical expressions of agony contort their perfect features.

"What is that sound?" Prynn snarls.

"Disruption magic," Blaim gasps. "She's severing our synchronicity?—"

I seize the opportunity without hesitation, grabbing Lira's arm as I dash past her toward the densest part of the forest. Behind us, the brother’s curses echo as they struggle against the disruption magic of her flute.

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