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Surely her, his Lust and Rage assured.

The urge to step away and call Kildare hit him with a startling force. And then came the knock on the door.

Her gaze snapped from his and his powers torpedoed to the intruder on the other side of entrance.

Kildare.

Kaos raked his eyes down her body then froze on her pussy. A possessive growl ruptured his lungs at the outline of her delicate petals under the white clinging material. Now he needed to spin her around and compare which provoked his Lust more, her pouty ass or delicate pussy. He remembered he had her panties in his pocket. Which meant she had none.

Another knock.

Fuckingseraphim.

“Get dressed,” he ordered.

Her instant obedience marked something in his blood as he made his way to the door. He paused then opened it four inches, getting met with Kildare in Kade form, brows raised with suspicion.

“What,” Kaos demanded quietly.

“Somethingtold me you might need assistance.”

“With what?”

“I think you know.”

Stupid Seraph. “Iknowvery few things with you, dearbrother.”

“Not withme, with you.”

Kaos opened the door and pushed Kildare back when he thought that meant enter. He stepped outside and shut it. “Explain it plainly to the black-blooded moron.”

“You cannot touch her.Notwhile you’re working.”

The sudden loophole tilted his head. “You’re implying Icanwhilenotworking.”

“You can’t usethatpower without creating a flare.”

“I can shield.”

“Notthat, you can’t.”

He didn’t understand. “Why not?”

“The same reason we had to sever.Shewon’t be able to hide it.”

Another loophole that put his Rage and Lust racing in stupid circles. Kildare’s pained look kicked against his Rage. “You have a solution you want to share,Firefly?”

“Well,Idon’t, butKohlmight,” he said carefully.

Kohl. Kaos stared at him. “Is there a reason you can’t just come out andfuckingtell me?”

“It’s really something you have to figure out,” he informed quietly, raising his brows more, like it might turn him into a genius.

“What does Kohl have that I don’t?” Kaos asked, getting Kildare’s eager nods.

“Good question,” he encouraged, watching him.

“I’mfucking Kohl,” he muttered, wanting to strangle him.