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The shifters tried to push in, but Rez lifted up on his stool. “Beat it. The woman’s made her choice.”

Both men opened their mouths to protest, but Rez growled, a loud resonant sound that had half the heads in the loud bar turning in their direction. The shifters each took a step back, lifted their hands then moved away. That’s when Rosamunde realized Rez’s fangs were sitting low.

And what a display.

In any other circumstance, she might have been scared out of her mind. But she was a blood rose and needed what he was offering.

She sipped her beer, but her gaze was fixed to the sharp pearly tips.

He tapped her pathway. You ever been bitten, Sweetheart?

Uh-huh. She couldn’t look away and her heart was now slamming in her chest. Loved it.

He leaned closed. Sweet Goddess, your blood smells like something straight from heaven. He sniffed low on her neck and close to her vein. What is that, Rosamunde? Pretty name, by the way.

Maybe he felt obligated to make small talk.

She didn’t. I want to donate. Is that something you’d be interested in?

The vampire didn’t need much encouragement at all. He put one hand on her thigh and slid the other around the back of her neck. She tilted her head. She was so into it, she wanted the bite right now, in front of the Goddess and everyone. She just didn’t care.

She felt his tongue on her neck then suddenly, he was airborne, but not in a good way. An enormous roar filled the entire bar, which stopped all talk as well as the sounds of the clunky band in the corner.

She shot around on her stool.

Stone was here.

And he was beating the shit out of Rez.

Holy crap. She honestly didn’t think he’d come or even be able to find her.

Stone had Rez up against a wood-paneled wall near the door, pinned by the throat, and was pummeling him with his fist.

But it wasn’t right. Rez hadn’t done anything except respond to her invitation.

She levitated and leaped onto Stone’s back. “Stop it!” she shrieked, almost sounding like a wraith.

But Stone kept hitting Rez.

With her arms wrapped tight around his neck, she shouted over and over, but he wouldn’t listen.

She needed help. “Some of you get hold of Mastyr Stone’s arms or he’ll kill Rez!”

When no one came forward, she hopped off his back and tried to access the elf-lord power, but she knew she didn’t have time for that.

She shouted, “Please help Rez! You don’t understand. I’m a blood rose and Stone will kill him and Rez doesn’t deserve to die.”

When she leaped up on Stone’s back again, the men in the room began to move in and before long, Stone was spinning in a circle, with several shifters weighing him down on both arms.

Rosamunde held on tight then pathed. Steady yourself, Stone. Come on. That’s it. I’m here. I’m with you and I need you. I’ve got a full supply and I want your fangs. Only yours.

All of it was true. She had hold of the man she loved, even if he was completely out of control and breathing like a monster in heavy, full-throated rasps.

She kept talking him down as he spun the men in a circle. Finally, he started growing fatigued until he stood in one place.

The nearby tables and chairs had been turned into a junkyard with pieces heaped on each other. The room was empty, except for the half-dozen massive shifters who’d helped bring Stone to a stop.

Stone looked around. “Oh, shit. Did I do this?”

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