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The fox shifter nodded, standing taller.

“I can wait here,” Landon tried, his gaze drifting past me toward my family.

But I did not want his first meeting with my father to occur in a destroyed warehouse while kidnappers awaited their judgment.

Drawing his attention back to me by gently tracing my thumb over his chin, I said, “I will introduce everyone properly soon. I need to deal with this first.”

Slowly, he nodded. “Okay.”

Relief moved through me.

Because if he argued right now, I wasn’t entirely certain what I would do.

Riker stepped closer to Landon’s side when I shifted back, and Monkey immediately took Landon’s other side. “Come on, Pops.”

It was good to know my mate would be surrounded by people who cared for him.

As they began leading him away, Landon hesitated as he looked back at me with such warmth, trust, and affection.

My pulse stumbled, but I inclined my head in a promise that I would be with him soon.

Landon’s shoulders relaxed slightly before he allowed Riker and Monkey to guide him away.

Only when he was safely behind me did I turn back toward the men who had taken him.

The warehouse grew hotter when fire curled lazily around my fingers.

Surely the vampires would have all the answers needed by now.

“Soren,” I called.

He flashed over to me with Spade. “They were the only ones involved in stealing money within the accounting firm.”

“Good. Everyone out,” I called, then allowed the fire to engulf my hands and up my arms.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Landon

The cool night air felt and smelled a hell of a lot better than inside that warehouse. Not that it was difficult to improve on being tied to a chair while some asshole punched me in the face and demanded answers I didn’t have.

Still, outside was good.

Outside meant I wasn’t kidnapped anymore.

It meant I wasn’t alone.

And it meant Dashiel was somewhere nearby.

The thought settled snugly in my chest as I poked at my face, in awe over his healing ability. The pain had simply vanished. There was no trace of any injury, just leftover blood.

“Pops, any pain?”

Shaking my head, I smiled. “Nothing.” I dropped my hands and placed them in my pockets while trying very hard not to stare at the warehouse doors every five seconds.

I failed. Badly.

Monkey eyed me for any signs of distress, but he wouldn’t see any.