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Soft roughness, like a textured tongue-stroke.

Even on the run, his tone curls with absolute command.

Jin.

Those emotions I ignored when I offed a pack of predators?

They snap home.

Adrenaline bursts between my eyes and seethes outward from the crash-point, the kick-started mess of emotions leaving me shaking, twitching, gasping, with ghostly, groping touches flaring on my skin in time with the pulse of the glowing flames.

“We’re here!” Reese bangs the door, turning my blood to slush.

They can’t see me like this.

A hot mess of a murderer, standing over the bodies in a ripped dress, stained with a dozen alphas’ scents.

I clutch my throat, digging into the sweat-soaked lace.

I don’t want them seeing me at all.

“Smoke,” Bishop hisses. “Do you hear anything inside?”

“Nothing,” Jin mumbles.

“Princess,” Reese croons. “Let us in.”

I miss enough breaths to forget the blooming smoke.

“You were supposed to wait for my signal,” I finally answer, voice as dry as my hopes of getting out unseen.

“The signal fire?” The door creaks as Jin shoulders the wood. “Are you hurt? Are you alone?”

Oh, I’m alone.

I’d like to stay that way.

So I do what I do best.

Lie.

“Wait. I can get free.” I’m already heading for the side door.

“They tied you up?” Reese’s rich, protective snarl plucks my spine and leaves me stumbling.

Running out of time.

I unlock the side door that used to be guarded, but instead of a way out, I find a windowless nightmare cave. It holds a single piece of furniture. A bed covered with a plastic sheet.

My eyes water from the reek of stale sex and lung-rotting pheromones.

The nest.

That’s how close I was.

My pupils shrink, body pulling rigid, but the whoosh isn’t only in my head.

New air feeds the growing flames.

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