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ALENA

Continuing to ignore my pounding fists, Caden carries me through the house. No matter how hard I punch him or jab him with my knees, he won’t drop me.

Ambrose follows beside us, holding his arms out. “Give her to me. You’re scaring our little sister.”

Caden flashes his fangs at him. “No.”

Ambrose snarls back. “I’ll make her feel better.”

Caden laughs at him. “In what universe? Have you had a look in the mirror lately?”

Ambrose tilts his head to the side in confusion, causing his snow-white hair to fall to one side like a long, silky curtain. “Why? Is there something on my face?”

Caden smirks. “Yes, there’s definitely something on your face. You should go have a look.”

Frowning, Ambrose disappears in a blur.

Caden shakes his head and continues on.

Becoming mindless with my terror, I pull Caden’s shirt up and try biting him. My teeth gnawing at the cold, hard flesh of his back.

At this Caden finally pauses, but only long enough to say, “You should stop before you hurt yourself.”

“No!” I scream at him. “Let me go! I’m not going with you!”

When he starts walking again, I stretch my legs all the way out and try to aim my feet for his balls.

I kick so hard my shin connects with his thigh.

“Dammit,” he growls and pauses again. “I can’t fucking walk like this. She’s going to hurt herself.”

Punching and kicking him feels like beating on a statue made of stone, but I feel no pain.

Only terror.

“Hand her to me,” Matthias says.

Caden seems to hesitate, his arms tightening protectively around me.

Until I take another swinging kick at his balls.

“Fuck!” Caden snaps. “Fine, you take her.”

He flips me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and holds me out, away from him.

Even like this, dangling in the air and held only by his hands like a… baby, no matter how hard I thrash and try to free myself, I can’t escape.

I’m no match for his strength or incredible speed.

But it doesn’t stop me from trying.

Matthias reaches for me, his hands grabbing me by the armpits.

But before he can take control of my body, the world blurs and whips around me like I’m suddenly whisked away by a hurricane.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to my mate?!” Raphael roars, nearly blasting out my eardrums.

My hair settles in front of my face, and I have to reach up and brush it out of my eyes before I can see if it’s really him now holding me.