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I looked at her and she had the audacity to smile sweetly. Then ducked beneath my arm and walked straight past Lucien. I stared after her. Lucien watched her go, then looked at me.

“You're fucked.”

“Not a word.”

“Oh, I have several.”

The bastards staged an intervention; there was no other word for it. Roman sat behind his desk. Volken occupied the sofa, Lucien poured himself a drink while Draugr stood near the window, clearly here for entertainment.

I remained standing. “Where's Bryn?” I demanded.

“With the women,” Roman said.

“Where?”

“Downstairs.”

“Which room?”

Lucien sighed. “For fuck's sake.”

My eyes cut toward him. “What?”

“This. This shit.”

“What shit?”

“You've gone insane.”

“She's pregnant.”

“We noticed.”

“You don't understand.”

All three mated brothers stared at me, then Lucien slowly lifted an eyebrow. “Did you genuinely just tell three fathers that we don't understand pregnancy?”

Draugr coughed into his fist, I pointed at him. “You can fuck off first.”

“I'm enjoying myself.”

“Out.”

“No.” Fucking brothers.

Roman leaned back. “Sit down.”

“I'll stand.”

“Of course you will.”

Volken finally spoke. “You're suffocating her.”

My head snapped toward him. “Careful.”

“No.” Volken unfolded himself from the sofa. “You need to hear it.”

“I keep her safe.”