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Or rather, I’d take care ofhim.

I’d agreed to mate him and bring him here. I hadn’t agreed to stay mated to him.

Till death do us part,I mused.

If Lorcan heard me, he didn’t reply.

Maybe that meant he’d taken a break from my thoughts.

Good. I’ll use that to my advantage.

“Time to go play with some knives,” I told Fritz.

His wary expression melted into a grin. “That’s my girl. I’ll help you sharpen them.”

“It’s a date,” I murmured, shadowing back to my nest to select my favorite toys. “Time for another episode ofHow to Kill an Alpha.”

Fritz appeared beside me with a chuckle. “Your favorite show.”

“Damn straight,” I replied. “Now let’s go craft a decent script.”

CHAPTERSIX

LORCAN

A Few Days Later

Hasthe bratty little Omega tried to kill you yet?

I glared down at Cillian’s text and replied with a flatNo.

His telepathic abilities couldn’t stretch across the globe, thus requiring us to use technology to communicate. I’d rather hoped the same limitation would apply to my connection with Kyra, but I’d quickly discovered the other day that distance did absolutely nothing to quiet the link between our minds.

Which meant I’d heard every damn word of her deadly plans for me.

Along with all her ingrained prejudices about Alphas.

I hadn’t delved too much into her memories, but the few I’d overheard had provided a pretty good foundation for her bias against Alphas.

However, I wasn’t a Vampire Alpha.

I also wasn’t anything likeFare.

Her poor expectations of me had grated on my nerves, chasing me away back to Blood Sector for a much-needed break from her mental castigations. Yet they’d followed me all the way home, punching at my spirit with every wrongly conceived notion.

And those heinous thoughts had been there when I’d shadowed back to the island as well. If anything, my return had inspired even more hateful commentary because Kyra had realized I could come and go at will now that I had a mental lock on the Sanctuary’s location.

Thus, I’d spent the better part of the last few days avoiding her and instead focusing on protecting the Sanctuary.

The Omegas might not see me as their protector, but that was exactly what I’d become the moment Kieran had agreed to mate Quinn. I just hadn’t realized the task existed until recently. And now that I did, I was making up for lost time.

My routine mostly consisted of prowling the perimeter, eating, checking in with Cillian, and sleeping. Although, I hadn’t done much of that final activity. Not because I feared what Kyra might do while I slept, but because her nightmares kept waking me up.

They were so damn real, telling me they stemmed from her memories.

Each one made me wish Fare wasn’t already dead so I could fucking kill him myself.

I ran a hand over my face and stared up at the moon above. I’d already been out here for several hours, surveying the boundary lines and ensuring there were no lingering threats.