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BASH
“What do you think?Red and gold, or red and pink?” my mother asked, working in the kitchen with my dad while they made dinner together.
The woman hadn’t ever asked for my opinions on colors. She didn’twanthelp planning her parties. Not from me, at least.
Which was why I was checking on every aspect of my security system, making sure everything was working properly in the app Zander had made for that purpose.
It was no secret that my mother and Brynn were working together to try to find my potential mate. Because it was a pointless endeavor, I wasn’t going to try to stop them.
Iwasgoing to make sure there wasn’t another layer to their plan. One that involved Brynn trying to slip away from me.
My finger paused when I reread an alert from a few hours earlier.
My mother had opened a window in her room that morning.
I’d thought it was harmless when the message first came through, but I’d never been informed of it closing.
Shit.
There was a thread in my mind that led me to my potential mate. Every demon had one, when he was near enough to him or her. Mine had been leading me to Brynn since the first moment I stepped into Scale Ridge.
I let my mind follow the thread, expecting to find my female in my home.
Where she was safe.
Instead, it was… moving away from me.
“Where is Brynn going?” My words came out a growl. I usually made an effort not to let the more animalistic side of myself free, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.
Sometimes, meaning,when Brynn was involved.
My parents’ attention both jerked to me.
My furious gaze met my mom’s. “You left your window open for her. Where is she going?”
My chest was tightening.
Fuck, my whole body was tightening.
I didn’t know who she was with.
She wasn’t protected.
“She’s meeting up with a friend. Give her a break, Bash. She’s been stuck with her overbearing brother for the past year,” my mother finally said, turning back to her pasta.
“Which friend?”
“I didn’t ask. Who she spends her free time with is her business. She hasn’t been in danger for over a year; leave her be.”
If it were Tatum and Miley, she wouldn’t have needed to slip out.
“She’s meeting a man?” I nearly roared.
I would kill him.
I would rip his heart from his fucking chest if he touched her.
