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“Drew, what did you do?” Mary demanded as Drew shrugged helplessly.
“That’s a damn good question,” Drew answered as he stared at Shelley, who bent her head over a laptop, working on something. Shit. This was a mess.
“We’d better call the board,” Mary said, and Drew nodded. Who could have predicted this mess?
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“You saved her?” Rhett asked.
“No true man would stand by and watch a woman beaten,” Drew replied.
“And now we have a dilemma. It appears her attacker should have battered her to death, but failed because of your intervention,” Vladimir declared.
“Yes. And I’d do it again,” Drew stated, and Vladimir’s eyebrows rose into his hairline.
“Then you have to be the one to kill her,” Jase said.
“I disagree. Shelley is alive. Who are we to judge whether she lives or dies?” Drew retorted.
Lily’s head snapped toward him, and her gaze narrowed on him.
“You oppose killing her to right Fate?”
“Yes.” Drew was almost cavalier about his argument. “Look, if Shelley was meant to have died, then why would Fate have placed me in her path? I disagree that she needs to die.”
“There is one other direction nobody has considered,” Lily interrupted, her eyes firmly on Drew.
Somehow, Drew knew what Lily was going to say before she spoke. “Don’t you even!” he warned.
Lily smirked and then voiced the words he dreaded. “She may be Drew’s mate.”
The board sat back and stared at him.
“That is a possibility,” Maeve drawled, her face lit with amusement.
“Shelley’s not my mate!”
“Drew, you’re very protective of her,” Liadun stated.
Drew glowered at her and crossed his arms over his chest.
“That’s a defensive move, right there,” Maeve quipped, pointing to his posture.
Drew pointed at Maeve and shook his head. “Don’t even go there.”
“I suggest that Mary Worth watch over Shelley for a few more days. Drew, in the meantime, I want you to search your feelings.Is this woman your mate?” Killian asked, leaning forward. He held Drew’s gaze. “Brother, as we’ve seen, a mate is a blessing.”
Drew sucked his lips in, and a small growl left him. “Shelley is not mine.”
“Perhaps she is someone else’s then?” Liadun suggested, and Drew’s head whipped around like he was possessed.
“No.” Drew rose to his feet. “I don’t believe Shelley was meant to die, or I wouldn’t have been there to stop the murder from happening. Maybe the mirror network is broken. It’s not my strength. Perhaps Mary Worth should run a check on the magic that controls it.”
With that last dig, Drew walked away.
Killian/Phantom.
“This Shelley is Drew’s mate. We need to gather information about her,” Killian remarked.
