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I almost hope not. He didn’t deserve to see Kitten looking so blazing hot before he died.

After Zander found out that I let Kitten’s crazy out, he told me I had to be responsible for her. Watching as her shoulders tense, the fork in her hand threatening to bend under her grip, I figure I should probably step in before she stabs one of us. Unfortunately.

“Kitten,” I purr. “You want to hear all about my next Skinnapping?”

Her eyes dart to mine, and after a long moment, her shoulders relax. “With Val?” she bites out, jealousy reigning her tone.

“You’ll like Val,” I promise. “She’s cool.”

She looks doubtful. “And tomorrow night?”

“Aiden and Valora are extracting Skins from a planned target,” Zander answers, sounding just like a pompous douche canoe. I groan internally as Blake refocuses the murderous intent in her eyes on him.

“Can I go?” she asks without missing a single beat.

“Fuck yes,” I answer at the same time Zander retorts a, “No.”

We exchange a glance and I recognize his look of authority—it’s going to be his way or the highway. I instantly pout.

“Blake isnotgoing,” Zander declares. “She doesn’t have the experience.”

Kitten lets out a frustrated noise. “How do I get experience if Idon’tgo?”

“You don’t,” he answers. “You’re not part of our team. You’re a liability.”

“Zander, I can—” she starts to protest.

“No,” Zander snaps. “You are not going. Drop it.”

I watch Kitten in fascination as I watch her mouth snap closed, effectively keeping her words in. Seething, she stabs her fork into the plate of pasta. Surprisingly, she doesn’t argue any further. I raise a brow at that, but keep quiet, too.

Zander looks smug as he takes a bottle of water from the fridge, gliding back out of the room the same way he came in.

I love that man like my brother, but Jesus. Despite being 6’5”, the mother fucker can be such a prissy little Napoleon-complex thunderdick. You know—because thunder makes a whole lot of noise and can rattle things with enough power, but it really does fuck-all in a storm?

Yeah. That’s Zander with people who don’t know him well.

“Aiden?” Kitten murmurs, simpering when I turn my attention to her.

Oh shit. The way she just batted her eyelashes at me means I’m going to be in trouble.

“Kitten?” I answer thickly.

“Can Ipleasego with you tomorrow night?”

A noise like a cat being strangled escapes my mouth. “But Zander said—” I start, trying to remember why Zander doesn’t want her to go with me.

Before I can finish, Kitten slides into my side, bracing one hand on my abs and the other on my lower back, pressing those luscious tits into me. She blinks at me and I forget everything. She’s oozing sex appeal, those doe eyes full of promise and the confidence of Shania Twain when she feels like a woman.

What the fuck is my name?

“Please?” she breathes. “I really want to go.”

“Umm, okay,” I agree, nodding immediately. “Yes. You can go.”

With a triumphant smile, Kitten bounces up on her toes and presses her lips to my cheek with a happy squeal. “Thanks, Aiden.”

I’m fucking blushing. “I’ll just talk to Zander about—”

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