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Memnon groans, stumbling back. The shifter lunges for him, taking the sorcerer to the ground. Kane’s fist slams into the sorcerer’s face again and again. And Memnon just takes it, not even bothering to protect himself from the hits.

“Kane, stop!”

Kane lifts his head and growls in response, the alpha in him chafing against my order. He does, however, lower his fist, his chest rising and falling with his exertion.

Beneath him, Memnon’s face is a bloody mess. The sight of it causes a bolt of sheer terror to course through me.

I’m all right, little witch,he says.Healing it already.

“Why isn’t he fighting back?” Kane says, his eyes focused on Memnon. “I know this motherfucker loves to.”

I really do,Memnon says down our bond. My soul mate sounds more than a little self-satisfied, despite the fact that he just had the crap beaten out of him.

Tentatively, I move toward the two. Arousal is still soaking my panties, and honestly, the fighting did nothing but deepen the ache.

“Because I told him not to,” I say to the shifter. Of its own accord, my magic slips ahead and presses itself against Memnon’s wounds. It ignores Kane’s bloody knuckles entirely. “But if you keep hitting him, I’ll let him have at you, and, Kane,” I say softly, “you don’t want that.”

The lycan looks between us. “So he listens to you now?” he asks me, getting off Memnon.

The sorcerer sits up and wipes away what blood my magic hasn’t already cleaned from his face, then rests his arm on a bended knee.

Memnon leans back a little, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Are you going to tell him or should I?” he asks me, oddly gleeful for a man who just took several hits to the face.

“Memnon,” I caution. Why must this entire conversation happen while I am blazingly drunk and indesperateneed of an orgasm?

“What is he talking about, Selene?” Kane asks. I can see his wolf staring at me from the backs of his eyes.

Hell’s spells.

My stomach churns as I admit, “Memnon is bound to me.”

Uncertainty flickers in his eyes. “You mean through your…bond?”

“The soul mate bond doesn’t compel me to do anything,” Memnon says. “The one we made a few nights ago, however…”

It finally registers. “Youboundhim?” Kane says to me, horrified.

My stomach twists. I became a friend of the pack in the first placebecauseI stopped a binding spell from happening. To suddenly now have one myself doesn’t look good.

Kane stares at me like he’s never seen me before. Like maybe I am the bad guy.

Memnon stands up, stepping in front of me. “Don’t look at her like that,” he says, menace back in his voice.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Kane says, ignoring Memnon entirely.

Memnon answers anyway. “I asked it of her. I am earning back the trust I broke.”

Kane looks from Memnon to me, aghast. I cannot tell what is running through the lycan’s mind, but Goddess, I am too drunk to adequately address it anyway.

Another wave of desire washes though me, and a soft moan slips out.

Ugh. And horny. Crone’s cane, but I’m far, far too horny to be having this conversation.

Kane’s nostril’s flare, and his eyes fully shift, and Memnon glances back at me with an arched eyebrow, and fuck, everybody is very aware that I’m one throbbing erogenous zone.

“Well,” I say, inclining my head a little. “It has been lovely, Kane. We will chat again soon. Memnon and I are leaving right now,” I say, directing this last bit to the sorcerer.

Memnon immediately moves toward me with a possessive glint in his eye.