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“Let’s move it,” Grant urged.

“Okay, shrimp,” Sinister said as he moved closer to the trio. “I need you not to zap me to the next realm when I move you, okay?”

“Sin?”

“I’m here, shrimp. You’re causing a bit of a scene, so we need to relocate.”

“Oh… okay.”

“Just somewhere where you can blast them in peace,” Sinister added with a glare in Hellion’s direction.

Some of the static tension drained from the air and Wayla stuck her arm out from her male sandwich. “Okay.”

Sinister didn’t hesitate as he clasped her hand and Grant grabbed his shoulder. A portal opened and everyone stepped through, leaving Hellion and Zahir behind.

“I—”

“Nope,” Zahir cut him off and opened another portal before grabbing Hellion’s arm. “Off we go.”

Chapter 45 – Marc

Marc was beating the shit out of a target dummy when the air crackled and a portal opened in the middle of the basement. Sinister stepped through and pulled a full load with him. Irishen, Jarred, Grant, and… Wayla.

“What’s going on?”

Another portal opened as soon as Sinister’s closed and Zahir stepped through with Hellion. Grant let go of Sinister, looked around to make sure everyone was there, and crossed his arms.

“So, what was that nonsense about?” he demanded to know.

“Wayla? Are you all right?” Marc took a step toward her.

“Fucking mates?!” Hellion shouted.

“Shh, love, it’s all right,” Jarred purred.

Zahir rubbed his temples and sat down. Sinister threw a worried glance at him but didn’t move. In fact, he looked ready to portal on a moment’s notice.

“Everyone fucking calm down,” Irishen roared. Then he glanced at Grant. “Thank you. She’s trying, but—”

“What the hell?” Hellion took one step toward Irishen, and lightning shot out of Wayla. It landed at Hellion’s feet, but the message was pretty clear. The room fell silent.

“Okay, mate,” Irishen said quietly, his tone even and calm. “Rein it in a bit. Breathe. Yeah, just like that. Hellion didn’t—”

Another bolt of lightning flashed toward Hellion’s toes.

“Love, I’m fine,” Jarred said, more like purred, and moved his hands to circle her throat. “Focus on me. See.”

Everyone stood frozen in place, but Marc’s mind was whirring. The bite mark… Could it be? Very slowly, he turned his head to Hellion, careful not to spook Wayla.

“Did you by any chance come off as threatening toward her Claimed?”

Hellion groaned. “I didn’t mean to—and he’s—” His tone started to rise and Wayla snarled. Hellion, for once, fell silent.

“Someone, catch me up,” Grant grumbled and rubbed at his eyes, looking ten years older.

“Jarred and Wayla bonded.” Irishen was the one to answer him. “They claimed each other and Wayla is highly protective of him, so I would suggest keeping all horseplay to zero until things settle a bit.”

“No sparring or slapping shoulders. Got it,” Grant said.