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“No,” I growl, my voice low, a little dangerous. “I’m not.”

Eli’s eyes are locked on us, on her, more specifically, and there’s a charged moment where the room feels like it might explode. He takes a step forward, his jaw clenched so tight I swear I can hear his teeth grinding.

“Eli, walk away right now,” I demand.

“No fucking way,” he says, his voice calm but deadly. “Wait your turn.”

I snort, shaking my head, and tug at Sienna’s hair just enough to make her gasp. She smacks my hand away and glares at me.

“She’s mine,” I say firmly, locking eyes with him.

“The hell I am!” she spits, scrambling back like a cornered animal. “Don’t even try it. If you come near my face again, I swear I’ll bite you. I don’t care.”

The warning is so damn sharp, so defiant, I almost laugh. Instead, I lean back, crossing my arms like I’m unfazed.

“Feisty little bunny,” I mutter. “I’ll give you that.”

Eli steps closer, his hands balling into fists. “Caleb,” he says quietly, dangerously. “She’s not part of this.”

I tilt my head at him, curious. “You have no fucking idea what a Reaper is capable of, Eli,” I mock. “You’re breaking rules by taking your mask off and barging in here.”

“She’s mine,” he says again, louder this time.

I let that sit in the air for a second, weighing the statement. Then I laugh, slow and deliberate, shaking my head.

“You’re not supposed to take off your mask during a celebration,” I say, smirking. “Rules are rules, brother.”

Sienna tries to stand, but I put my hand on her shoulder, forcing her back down. “Stay on the floor,” I order, my tone sharp enough to make her flinch.

Eli surprises me by softening his voice. “Sienna. Don’t,” he says, almost pleading.

That catches my attention. The edge in his tone, the way he looks at her like she’s the only person in the room. This isn’t just about the hunt anymore. This is personal.

I grin, turning to him. “That’s cute,” I drawl. “But she’s not yours, and I’m not interested in anything except her warm, pretty mouth.”

Sienna curses under her breath, the sound pulling my gaze back to her. She’s glaring at me like she wants to kill me, and honestly? It’s kind of hot.

Her on her knees, wearing that hot fucking mask. Blood rushes back to my cock. I need her lips wrapped around me again.

“You don’t get it,” Eli snaps, stepping closer. “I’m not asking.”

I wave him off like it’s no big deal. “Relax. I’m not kicking you out. I’ll share.”

Eli freezes, his brows pulling together. “What the fuck does that mean?”

I lean down, close enough that Sienna flinches. “You wanted dibs, right? Go on.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Eli’s voice is sharp now, cutting through the tension like a knife.

I straighten, pulling off my mask slowly. The second it’s off, Sienna’s eyes widen.

“Don’t worry, bunny. None of this leaves this room.” I lower my voice, making sure she catches every word. “And if it does? I’ll personally run to your daddy and tell him exactly what you were up to tonight.”

Her mouth falls open, her green eyes blazing with fury. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” I say, dead serious.

Eli steps between us, his posture stiff, protective. “What the fuck do you want?” he demands, his voice low and dangerous.