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No.

Hissing, I sank my claws into her arm. She gasped but didn’t let go.

Her blood would send me into a frenzy, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fucking her, so I begrudgingly calmed in her arms.

Ren chortled from over her shoulder.

Her eyes flitted from him to Asher. I pricked her arms. Watchme.

“I’m so happy he’s still alive! We need to get him kitty litter and . . .”

I fought the urge to nuzzle into her plump breasts.

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I preferredRen wanting me dead. I ignored him as I cuddled Binx to my breasts.

Ren laughed again.

What did he find so funny? I scowled over at him.

“Will you hold me to your perky breasts like . . . the animal?”

His smirk caused some unsettling dips to my stomach, and I wet my lower lip.

“Why are you smirking? And no, Binx gets special treatment.”

“Binx,” Ren repeated and choked on a laugh.

What was up with this vampire?!

“Ren, come help us compel the humans,” Asher shouted as he started walking out the door. He sounded irritated to the max. Something was going on, but I didn’t have the energy to wonder about everything century old vampires squabbled over.

“Little putty tat,” Ren said as he passed us. Binx’s body stiffened in my arms and a frightening sound escaped him. It sounded like a demon.

“Binx,” I chastised.

Ren’s eyes glinted with humor as he left. It was nice seeing the dimples, but not when he laughed at my expense.

I went to shut the door with my toe as I balanced Binx in my arms. The knot in my throat hadn’t loosened. I had missed the cat. I had thought he had perished in the fire since I hadn’t seen him since then. Now he was the only remnant of everything I’d lost. Bastien seemed on edge, too; he kept looking at the cat and then pacing from one end of the room to the other. I would have to keep an eye on him so he didn’t try to snap its neck from jealousy.

Settling on the bed, I placed him on my lap. “I’ll have to get Asher to order you a collar.”

He meowed like I’d just offended him.

I missed the sound of it. He always managed to sound grumpy. I pressed my nose into his neck and scratched his chest.

“God Binx. I’m glad you’re okay,” I breathed into his fur. Tears sprang to my eyes. “I don’t know what to do.” A purr started up in his chest. It comforted me.

Bastien knelt before me and touched my cheek gently. He lifted it off my face and into his mouth. Uh, okay.

Bastien hissed at the cat.

“No.” I stuck my finger in Bastien’s face. “No.” I repeated.

He tilted his head, but finally backed up, returning to his pacing.