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“No, Zee. He’s caught in the killing rage.” Saint hauled her back against his chest.
“Let me go, Saint!” She jerked and twisted, swiveling her hips. She almost broke free, but Saint spread his legs wide and hauled her off the floor, taking away all leverage.
“No. You aren’t getting between a Prime and his target when he’s in a killing rage. No way.”
“Brandon should be mine.”
“He should.” Saint was doing that thing with his voice again.
Zee squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block him out. “Don’t pull that mojo voice magic on me, Saint. Try it and see what happens. I’ll send your balls all the way up to your throat.”
“And I’ll let you because I deserve it. But you can’t get between a Prime and his prey.” Saint continued to talk.
She felt his spell winding around her, felt the adrenaline charging her veins starting to drain away. Letting her claws free, she scraped them down her thighs and the pain cleared her mind.
The iron-rich scent of blood had the added benefit of distracting Saint.
That was all she needed, for him to loosen his grip the slightest bit.
Driving her head back, she slammed it into his nose.
He swore as she managed to break free. He made a wild grab for her, but she’d already leaped, putting the bed between them.
“You’re going to be sorry for that,” she warned.
Saint gave her a charming smile. “I already figured as much. Damn, Zee. You figured out a way to counter it quicker than anybody I’ve ever seen.”
Her reply was cut off by the arrival of another brother—Etan, who, instead of coming through the door, jumped lithely through the window and landed on his heels, taking in the room and his siblings in one quick glance.
Dark eyes landed on Zee and he cocked a brow. “Judging by the pissed-off look on your face, I’m going to assume Saint showed you some of the fairy magic he’s picked up over the years.”
“Fae,” Saint said with a roll of his eyes.
Etan ignored him as he pinned Zee with a level look. “Why did I just see the Prime tearing across the road after a skinny wolf stinking of fear? And why did that wolf’s stink seem familiar?”
His frown deepened as he sniffed the air. “One other thing—what the fuck is that smell?”
Both Saint and Zee froze, gazes flying to the still form of the man on the bed.
“Fuck,” Saint muttered.
Zee’s gaze moved to Shale. “Saint, go get a nurse. Now.”
