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Waiting to die was my last resort.

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“My turn.”A hiss reached my ears, then a harsh grip at my neck.

I found myself on my back staring up at the ceiling beams. The grip around my throat squeezed, cutting off oxygen. With my good hand, I clawed at the fingers digging into my throat.

Jax’s upside-down features blurred. I couldn’t breathe. My eyes felt like they’d pop out of the sockets.

Not too long ago, I’d been stretched out between the twins like this, but they’d been fucking me instead.

“Jaxon,” Asher snarled, gripping his wrists, but Jax didn’t release me.

Dots blurred my vision. What would he do with my dead body? Peter wouldn’t know what happened to me—I would just disappear.

I could feel each beat of my heart.

The skin at the side of my throat burned and darkness crept over my sight. His fingers loosened.

I sucked in a gasping, burning breath. His release of my throat spread numbness along the column of my neck. On the heels of the dullness came painful pricks like pins were being stabbed into my throat.

The front of Asher’s body pressed over my body. He’d stretched over me to grab his twin who stood along the length of the bed. He straddled my waist, eyes focused on what would be his mirror image if it weren’t for the shorter hair. Their hands hovered over my head and a droplet of my blood dripped onto my cheek. The slow glide of my blood tickled as it traveled toward my ear.

They were too still as they stared at the blood on Jax’s fingertips. Fangs exploded from their gums. Jax’s eyes flashed red and his head lowered.

Screaming, I hiked my shoulders to protect my neck. It went against the initial instinct to bare my throat.

“You will not bite her,” Asher hissed. “Not until you can control your anger. You gave up your claim to me. She is mine.”

Jax had a ‘claim’ to me . . . when did they have this conversation?

“She is a traitor,” Jax spat. “We dispose of them.Hon måste dö.”

“Nej.”

Jax wanted to dispose of me. My pulse bounced erratically. I peeked up at him. His features settled in an angry cast. A muscle ticked on his jaw.

“I will not kill her, but she needs to talk.”

I never should have let my curiosity force me to peek at the fucking urn. That’s what got me here. I never planned to give it to Calliope, and it was my luck that the temperamental vampire was the one that caught me snooping.

If I’d gone straight to them when I’d arrived, none of this would have happened.

Asher released his grip on Jax and sat back. He braced on his knees so his weight wasn’t fully settled on me, but I could feel the press of his thighs.

I flicked my wide eyes to Asher’s curled mouth. The earlier threat disappeared from his expression. His white, loose silk shirt fell open, exposing the curve of his muscled torso. As always, he reminded me of a pirate.

Like he should grace the cover of one of those smutty historical books.

Nope, couldn’t go down the road of admiring his beauty. That would lead to lust, and I wouldn’t give in to him.

Still, the smooth glide of his pierced cock sliding in my pussy couldn’t easily be forgotten.

Asher’s thighs tensed and his eyebrows wiggled as he stared at me knowingly. He could smell my sudden desire. My cheeks heated and I scowled.

Squeezing my thighs together sent a spike of pain down my broken leg and I gasped.