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“Bash needs you, B.” Tatum’s voice was just as light as Miley’s, but there was a crease between her eyes.
She was worried.
She dug around in my suitcase, then abandoned it and grabbed Bash’s button-up shirt off the ground.
“Do you remember exactly what happened?” Miles asked me, as she and Tatum slid my arms into the shirt.
“He said he didn’t want to drink from me when I was giving him a blowjob. It hurt, but the pain vanished with the lust,” I murmured. My eyes closed again.
Miley poked me in the side, hard, and I made a noise of complaint.
“No sleeping, Brynn. We need you to calm Bash down,” she said.
I sighed.
Tatum finished doing up all the buttons, then stepped back and surveyed my appearance. She grimaced, but I didn’t care how bad I looked.
“Just grab the suitcoat too and call it good. And get Bash some pants.”
Something stirred inside me.
Jealousy?
“I’ll get them.” The words slipped out quickly.
Both girls looked at me, surprised.
I wasn’t a jealous person, but I didn’t want to think about one of my best friends carrying Sebastian’s clothes.
My movements were slow as I bent down to grab his boxer-briefs, followed by his pants. My legs felt a bit shaky when I stood again, too.
“Where is he?” I still felt neutral, but there was a tiny bit of thatsomethingI’d felt a moment earlier. What little of it there was, was geared toward Bash.
“In the basement,” Tatum said, grimacing again.
I blinked. “I didn’t know there was a basement.”
“There is. The guys used to keep violent vampires here while they gathered evidence against them,” Miles said, helping me into Bash’s suitcoat. “Anastasia would conveniently go out oftown. Eldrich would stay and help as long as he could before the bond started to drive them mad.”
“Huh,” I said.
“I know you’re wiped, but try to prepare yourself. Bash is pretty bad right now. I’ve never seen a demon lose control like this,” Tatum warned me, as they led me out of the room. “Anastasia is barely keeping her shit together, and she always has it together.”
“I heard that,” Anastasia said from the living room, where she was pacing the grand space.
She wore a pair of silk pajamas, and her hair still looked perfect, but there were lines on her face I’d definitely never seen before. Her feet were bare, too, and I noticed a few splotches of what looked like blood on her shirt.
“Sorry,” Tatum apologized quickly.
“It’s fine. It’s true.” She ran a hand over her hair, and it immediately fell back into place.
“Is Anthony dead?” I asked. My voice sounded as neutral in my ears as Sebastian’s usually did.
“Not yet,” Anastasia said. “But he will be soon.”
I stopped in my tracks, forcing Tatum and Miles to stop with me. “Why?”
“He fed from another demon’s mate without permission. Your bond isn’t sealed, but you were in bed together. All of us saw Bash claim you yesterday, so the violation is a grave one. Unbiased members of the supernatural government are on their way here right now, to make the ruling. They’ll side with us, but we can’t let Anthony die until they do,” she explained.
