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I should be angry with him for his possessive attitude, but it really just turns me on.

We break apart when someone clears their throat, finding Wraith standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Are you done pissing on our mate?”

“I wasn’t pissing on her,” Donovan grumbles as he stands up, offering me his hand.

Gael throws his head back as he laughs. “Maybe not literally, but you were definitely pissing on her.”

“Shut up, Gael. You’re not helping anything. I’m sorry to cut this short, but apparently, we need to speak with Cassian.” He shakes his head as he turns back to the fallen angel. “Meet us at the penthouse?”

Cassian nods sharply, already heading for the door. He throws it open, and I catch a glimpse of his powerful wings flapping before he’s gone.

“Is someone going to tell me what the hell is going on?” I ask, glancing between my mates.

Wraith sighs, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ll explain at the penthouse. It’s in the same complex as your friends’ new apartments. As soon as we’re done, I’ll take you to see them.”

His shadows wrap around us before I can say anything, and then we’re traveling through them once more.

Chapter Eleven

Audrey

IstepawayfromWraith’shold as the shadows melt away, and my eyes rove over the room I find myself in.

This must be the penthouse Wraith referred to. It’s very modern, with all sleek lines and monochromatic colors. It’s very different from the house we call home.

“Brenden should be here for this conversation.” Wraith hooks my chin with his finger, lifting it until I meet his gaze. “I’m going to grab him from the academy. Cassian probably isn’t too far behind us. Don’t answer the door. Let Donovan do it.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Why can’t I answer the door?”

Donovan scoffs. “Because he doesn’t trust Cassian. Plus, I’m still feeling feral. It would make me feel better if you let me get the door when he arrives.”

“Oh, so you can punch him again?” I cross my arms over my chest, popping out my hip and glaring at him. “Is that how you plan to greet my mate?”

Wraith’s strangled laughter dances through the air. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Then he’s gone, leaving me staring at my hellhound mate with lifting eyebrows. “Well?”

“I…ummm…Well, no. I don’t plan to punch him again. I’m sorry, pretty girl, and I’ll apologize to Cassian as well. Hearing that he was your mate and knowing the issues he and Wraith have, something just snapped.” Donovan steps toward me. “Please don’t be mad.”

A knock on the door cuts off any response I might have made.

“Are you going to answer it?” I ask, and he smirks.

“I am, mate. I just wanted to make sure it was okay with you first.” He spins on his heel and opens the door to let Cassian in. “Cass, I owe you an apology—”

Cassian chuckles, waving off Donovan’s apology. “You don’t. It’s not the first time you’ve punched me because you were feeling possessive.”

I startle when Wraith and Brenden appear out of the shadows, shaking my head as I laugh at myself. Maybe I’ll eventually get used to people popping into the room out of nowhere.

Brenden rushes across the room, pulling me into a kiss. “I missed you.”

“You goof,” I laugh, pulling away from him. “You saw me this morning. It’s only been a few hours.”

“Seconds away from you is too long,” he tells me as his eyes flicker to Cassian. “This is the new mate?”

I hum. “It is.”

He nods, sauntering across the room to offer the fallen angel his hand and flashing him a bit of fang. “I’m Brenden. Don’t fuck with Audrey. If you hurt her, I have no problem killing you.”

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