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“Good luck with that,” Sevrin snickers. “I had enough issues with mine when we were thrown together for the first time. Well, I handcuffed mine and shoved her in the basement. At least you gave her some wiggle room.”

I flip the fucker off and head for my room.

Triton falls in step beside me. “Let me know if you need me to expand on her living space. I mean, if you want to take her into the kitchen tomorrow morning for instance.”

I’m about to reply when the whole clubhouse starts to shake.

“What the hell is that?” I rumble.

Triton winces. “Your mate knocking on the magical walls I put in place.”

I jog the rest of the way to my room and swing the door open. Lea is standing in the middle of the room and is...fuck. I throw a glance in the direction of the bedside table to make sure...and yes, now I know she’s indeed holding a picture of my half-sister. There’s red smoke wafting from her and she looks furious.

Holding my hands palm up, I gently tell her, “Calm down.”

“Brother, those are two combined words you never want to say to a woman,” Tritan whispers from beside me.

Ignoring the fucker, I want to tell her whose picture it is when she snarls, “Who is this woman to you? And why have you written heart on the back of it? Are you in love with her?”

“Oh, fuck,” Triton grunts.

Again, I ignore him and step closer to Lea for her ears only. “Heart is the name of what we consider a fated mate of the woman in the picture. Heart is the vice president of the Nowalk chapter, he claimed my half-sister a few days ago.”

“Half-sister,” she muses and glances at the picture again.

The smoke disappears around her and a tiny smile tugs her face. “What’s her name?”

I release a sigh and throw a look over my shoulder at Triton before I tell her, “I’m going to explain everything. Triton, mind giving us a little privacy?”

“No,” Lea squeaks.

Now I’m the one glaring at her. “Why the fuck do you want him here?”

Lea places her hands on her hips. “Because I really need to pee and that idiot only gave me the use of your room, and only your room...which apparently doesn’t include the bathroom.”

Motherfucker.

CHAPTER EIGHT

– AZALEA –

Karev’s eyes are bouncing flames instead of pupils, and his voice sounds as if there are three people snarling, “Give her fucking access.”

I can feel the anger bouncing off him and I rush forward to grab him by the wrist.

“It’s okay,” I murmur. “I’m a big girl and can hold my pee, no worries.”

He completely ignores me and takes a step forward. The sound and the way the floor trembles underneath me? Holy shit. It’s not stomping your feet, but more like the weight of an elephant stomping his foot to squash a melon.

“Triton, remove the binding spell completely,” Sevrin states as he steps into the room.

Triton glances at Sevrin. “It was a club decision, Prez.”

Sevrin glares at the warlock. “Look at your VP, Triton. You want to end up a pile of ash? Besides, I’ve removed the binding handcuffs I put on my fated mate myself too without asking. Fucking do it. Now.”

Triton snaps his fingers and I can feel the pressure of the walls deflate after a flash of red electricity circles his hand.

“Calm down, Karev. Shifting in a confined space will also harm your woman who is standing right next to you.”