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Everyone is here. Ashton and Tim flank the guy while Channing, Brandon, and Alex stand off to the side, watching.
“Noah here has something to say to Mia.”
“Me?” I balk.
“Yeah, don’t you recognize him, babe? Come closer, get a better look.”
I step forward, rounding the chair a little to face the guy head on, paling when I do.
“You.”
“I-I swear, it was an accident. You were in my way.”
“Cade, what is this?” I repeat Sasha’s words from earlier.
“He disrespected you. Now he pays the price.”
“Cade,” I say more firmly, coaxing him to look at me, “this is silly. It was an accident.”
“Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches my prosapia and gets away with it.”
“Easton, show him what we do to guys who touch what isn’t theirs.”
My eyes flick to Bexley, and his jaw clenches. “I’m not going to hurt him. He didn’t—”
“I said show him what we do to guys who touch what isn’t theirs.”
“Please, man… I swear, it was an accident. I didn’t even see her until it was too late. She came out of nowhere, I didn’t… oh fuck. This is crazy, come on. I’m not—”
“Ash.” The second his name falls from Cade’s lips, Ashton stalks forward and throws his fist right into the guy’s face. His head snaps back on a pained grunt, and I wince.
“Please,” his pleas fill the room.
“Your turn, Easton,” Cade barks, but Bexley stands firm.
“I’m not going to do this again,” he says.
Again?
I frown.
Bexley is keeping things from me. James alluded to that, and Cade just confirmed it. But is he doing it to protect me, or because it proves what I’ve been worried about from the start—that he’s one of them now?
An Electi.
Cade’s hand shoots out, grabbing my arm, and he hauls me back against his chest. “You might want to rethink that, Easton.” There’s a warning in his voice as he tightens his grip on me.
I cry out, unable to stop myself as his fingers dig into my skin, no doubt leaving bruises.
Bexley’s eyes narrow to dangerous slits, but I shake my head. Don’t do something stupid.
“This is stupid, man,” he says, his voice calm and composed. “I’m not going to hurt—”
“Maybe you need a bigger incentive.” Cade rips open my jacket and roughly palms my breasts through my thin t-shirt. I swallow the cry of pain, steeling my spine for Cade’s assault.
What I really want is to scream, ‘You’ll have to try harder than that,’ but I know a guy like Cade will only see that as a challenge he will gladly rise to.
His fingers twist into my hair, wrenching my head to the side. He licks my exposed skin, grazing his teeth along my jaw. “She tastes so fucking good,” he rasps, his words meant for only one person in the room.
