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In the next second, I darted forward, and snapped Jace’s neck.

With barely a breath in between, I did the same to Drake.

And then I snagged Kai’s arm and dragged him outside into the drab basement hallway, lit only by a single creepy and barely functioning lightbulb.

“What was that for?” he asked, stumbling back as I released him with more force than I’d meant to, because of how worked up I was.

“We both just need to take a beat.”

My phone started buzzing yet again.

“What is that incessant vibrating?” Kai demanded.

I patted the back pocket of my pants. “My phone.”

“Yeah, I got that much. But why? Who’s texting you so much?”

“It’s Ariana wanting to get together to talk.”

At the mention of her, some of the darkness in his eyes retreated.

Honestly, it actually had mine feeling a little lighter, too, at just the thought of her.

But it wouldn’t last long. In moments, it would be replaced with that primal urge to have her, to unleash all over her, and—stop!

It had been going on for several days now and the more I tried to get a handle on it, the more I motherfucking failed.

“Hmm.”

“Would you know anything about that?” I asked him.

“Sounds like it’s between the two of you.”

I smiled, seeing through his bullshit. “Thank you, Kai.”

He lifted a shoulder. “It was nothing.”

“It was actually something huge. Especially with how you feel about her.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing. It’s become clear to me that this thing… pulling her close… it can only happen with the four of us together. Because of our power sets, our personalities, our temperaments, and our individual issues… it can’t actually work without us all coming together.”

“I like it. And I agree with your assessment. Pairing off won’t work.Oneof us with her won’t work.”

“There needs to be a balance, especially where her power and issues are concerned. That can be achieved by the three of us. Plus, she’s definitely into the foursome concept.”

“We’re irresistible to her, huh?”

“Something like that. Not that we’re above that either.”

I looked him up and down, and he smirked when he caught it, liking it a whole lot. “No, we’re certainly not.”

“Still thinking over my offer?” he asked, stepping up to me.

“And what offer might that be?”

That smirk of his spread wide. “Careful. If you want me to spell it out, I will. In graphic fucking detail. So much dirty detail that it’ll get your beautiful, ribbed cock as hard as fucking steel.”

I sucked in a breath at the intensity now flaring between us.