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“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps pulling me backwards and I see Silas walking over to us or more like stalking us like a predator, his eyes blazing in fury.

“It means I don’t fucking need you, I never did.”

“We are your mates Lora, of course you need us,” Matitus says.

“No, I don’t. There is a difference between needing something and wanting something Matitus. I may want you but that doesn’t fucking mean I need you. It’s about time you realize that because if this is how it’s going to be every time, I do something you don’t agree with then I am gone. You can have your kingdom, shove it right up your ass because I will walk,” I tell him, ripping my hand from his. I don’t even make it one step before I find myself pushed against the wall, Silas’s hand around my throat, not tight. He wasn’t harming me, but warning me. I am in no mood to put up with this shit anymore.

“Do it, go on Silas, do it and I will gladly show you where your place is,” I tell him, my gaze unwavering. He growls next to my ear, his nose running along my jaw.

“Silas, she is pregnant,” Matitus tells him. He doesn’t let go, instead stepping closer pressing his body against mine.

“Silas,” Matitus growls, my eyes darting to him behind Silas as he steps forward. Silas runs his nose down the side of my neck. A deep throaty noise rumbles from his chest before he lets go, stepping back. Yet I can feel through the bond he is still raging. He is angry but doesn’t want to hurt me. But at the same time, that’s all he knows how to behave, to get his way.

He walks out the stable doors, not looking back and heading toward the castle. I see burns covering his entire back, slowly healing but still visible.

“You need to get inside so you don’t get sick,” Matitus says with a sigh, running his hand through his hair. He offers me his hand, but I ignore it and walk outside, heading for the castle, the snow making my toes numb as I trudge through it. The snow is so much thicker and higher than when I went out to the stable. Matitus watches me struggle, walks over grabbing me, and pulls me against his hot chest. I press my fingers against him, and he flinches from how cold they are.

“You are freezing,” he says, kissing my cheek before wrapping my legs around him and pulling me against him, lending me his body heat. I place my chest and face against his, trying desperately to get warm. Now that my own anger has diffused, I kind of feel like a bitch, especially seeing Matitus trying to keep me warm even after I yelled at him.

He walks upstairs to our room, heading into the bathroom where I hear the shower running.

Silas stands under the water, his back to us. He turns around as we enter.

My teeth chatter, my feet numb. I wouldn’t be surprised if they changed color.

Matitus places me on my feet, and I strip off my clothes. Silas reaches out the door, grabbing me, pulling me under the water.

The rapid temperature change burns my skin, making me cry out.

He adjusts the temperature, letting the water cool slightly, wrapping his arms around me, his hands rubbing up and down my sides, warming my skin.

Matitus slowly adjusts the water temp until it is finally hot, the heat becoming bearable. My body feels like it is thawing out.

Silas kisses my temple, then the side of my mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against my lips.

“I’m sorry too,” I tell him, kissing him and wrapping my arms around his neck.