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Chonk doesn’t give me time to digest his revelation. He blinks me back to the heir’s lair, where I find each heir pacing and huffing as they wait for me.
I stand there, numb, head spinning, desperately needing space to deal.
“Thank the fucking flames,” Axe says.
He comes in for a hug, but I back away.
I won’t soon forget the look of betrayal and pain in his gaze. “Chonk has given me some disturbing news. I need time and space to process and figure out how to move forward.”
The painfully raw expression in Axe’s gaze is quickly replaced with anger. “What news? What’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “I need to figure this out on my own, Axe.”
He shakes his head right back. “No.”
“No?” I fold my arms across my chest. Who does he think he is?
“No. I don’t accept that answer.”
I grit my teeth, keeping my tongue locked down. “Well, it’s not really yours to accept or not. It’s the answer I have, so take it or leave it.” I shift my weight to step around him, but he blocks me. The other heirs close ranks around him, walling me in entirely.
“We talk things through, Dove,” he says, softer than I expected. “If you have a problem, we all have a problem.”
Enzo and Bastian nod in agreement. Dashel does as well, stretching his hand out to me. Despite myself, I take it.
“Tell us what’s bothering you, Dove,” Dashel coaxes, caressing the back of my hand with his thumb. The effect is…
Intoxicating. The tingles I normally get from touching an heir are intensified by many orders as Dash circles his thumb over my skin. He’s doing this on purpose, using whatever sexual powers he has to get my guard down. I know it.
And I don’t care. I lean into him, letting him pull me into his body, wrapping me in a hug.
Just like before.
Dashel is so much bigger than me. His hug evokes the same safe feelings that Bastian’s nearness does. The only difference is Dashel’s safety is wrapped in a silky cloud of sensuous temptation.
I suppose he didn’t promise only comfort this time.
“We’ll keep you safe, Dove,” he murmurs against the top of my head.
The heirs do the low, humming purr thing, but this time, it doesn’t strike me as strange.
It’sright, good, sinking into me like Dashel’s melody did.
“Tell us what’s wrong, Dove,” Bastian whispers, drawing closer and petting the back of my head.
They’re making a compelling argument, I’ll admit. Still, I can’t tell them what’s going on. Not all of it, anyway. And eventelling them some opens the door to my snitch of a brain as well. And if not that, I’m still giving them more dots to connect.
More clues to exactly what I am.
I can’t risk that.
I just need a second to think.
Enzo takes the hand not pressed between Dash and me. “Dove. What’s happening?”
“Oh, for Lucifer’s sake. Her father is a psycho and trying to breech Blackwood’s cloak.”
Chonk.
