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Shit, shit, shit.

I push against Kane’s chest, forcing the shifter to sit up as Memnon’s magic grows around us.

“What is it?” Kane says, his gaze hooded with desire.

“You need to go,” I say, giving him another push to get him moving.

The shifter stays stubbornly where he is. “Did I do something wrong?”

The indigo magic now floods the room, and my intuition—intuition I steadfastly ignored all evening—is screaming forewarnings at me.

“I have more issues than just my memory,” I tell him, scrambling to get up and forcing my arms back into my dress sleeves. The power around me has changed, no longer sensual but agitated,violent.

“You need to go,” I insist. “Now.”

At the direct order, I see Kane’s eyes flash, and I feel his own dominance rise at the challenge. “I’m not—”

BOOM!

The entire house rocks, and my window shatters. Something slams into Kane, and a split-second later, his body hits the wall, the plaster buckling under the force.

I hear a wolfish yelp at the impact, and as Kane crumples to the floor, a massive man looms over the shifter. I don’t need to see the sleeve of tattoos running down his arm to know who it is.

“Memnon!” I cry, my stomach bottoming out as the sorcerer drags Kane back to his feet.“Stop!”

Memnon somehow manages to make Kane look small and boyish as he lifts the lycan by the throat.

To my horror, Kane’s eyes have shifted, and his teeth have sharpened.

“You dare to touch what is mine, wolf?” Memnon roars, his eyes beginning to glow.

His magic is mounting, and I feel the vicious intent of it as it swirls around us.

“Memnon, stop!” I shout as I swing myself off the bed.

Beneath the sorcerer’s hand, a partially shifted Kane now returns to his human form. Only…he’s not the one doing the shifting; Memnon seems to be, his power so dense, I taste it on my tongue. Kane growls and yelps the entire time as though every second of it is agonizing. Once he’s fully human, he’s drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

“I will castrate you and feed you your own godsdamned dick for what you have done!” the sorcerer bellows.

There aren’t words for the terror coursing through my veins. But beneath it brews my anger.

I lift my hand, my rage channeling down my arm.

“Release him!”The words come out in another language, and with it, my power sweeps over the room, the sherbet-orange hue of my magic overtaking the dark blue plumes of his own.

I feel it the moment my spell catches hold.

Memnon must as well because for the first time since he broke in, he turns to me.

“Release him?” he says. He eyes the lycanthrope. “Fine.”

Rather than simply let Kane go, Memnon hurls the shifter out my broken window.

I cry out, horrified as I hear Kane’s body snap branches and rustle leaves as it falls.

My power flows out of me then, racing after Kane. There’s no spell or any intricate design to go along with it, just intent—save Kane.

Unfortunately, my power is too slow.