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“Why? What will you be doing exactly?” I ask with suspicion.

“We’re going out,” Dray says. “Party in the Onyx common room.”

“You have a common room?” I snort.

“We do.”

“And you want me to stay here while you go off and party?”

“Unless you want to wear the collar, little thrall,” Dray says, his eyes falling to my throat. “Then we’d be happy to take you.”

“No, thank you,” I say.

Beaufort doesn’t say another word, walking straight out of the kitchen. Dray picks up his jacket from the back of one of the kitchen chairs and slings it over his broad shoulders.

“Okay,” he says, heading for the door. “Have fun then, little thrall and don’t get up to any trouble while we’re gone.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Dray

“Man, that was fun,” I say, bouncing along beside my bond brothers, fuck-off big grin spread across my face.

“You’re an idiot,” Beaufort mumbles.

“Hey, you’ve got your ways and I’ve got mine. Besides,” I chuckle, “you shouldn’t believe everything that girl says. She likes us.”

“Of course, she does,” Beaufort snorts but Thorne glances at him and I know he doesn’t believe it.

“She does,” I say, rubbing at my nose, “I can smell how much we turn her on.”

“You smell what you want to believe,” Thorne grumbles.

“My nose has never let me down yet,” I say, the smell of her lingering in my nostrils. The girl smells so wet – it’s frigging obscene.

I tug at the front of my shirt. Despite that run this morning in my wolf form, I’m all gee’d up. It’s that encounter with our thrall. I’m a ball of crackling energy. Energy I need to release. EnergyI want to release on her. Preferably between those fine legs of hers.

“We shouldn’t have left her,” Thorne says.

“She’s perfectly safe,” Beaufort responds, “the tower is enchanted, protected. No one can get in without our say so.”

“We could have brought her with us,” I say wistfully. I would really have liked to have continued our little game. I was having so much fun.

“Without a collar,” Beaufort scoffs.

“She’d be safe with us.” Thorne balls his hands into fists. My guess is that Thorne is just dying for the opportunity to beat the crap out of someone. He just needs the right motivation. A little push. Since we got here, the chances have been few and far between.

“Yeah, but I can’t be dealing with all the fucking snide comments,” Beaufort says.

“There’s going to be fucking snide comments no matter what,” I point out. “You know today she told an entire classroom full of students that she wasn’t our thrall.”

“She did what?” Thorne roars.

I grin. Hey presto. Thorne’s going to be on the warpath now. And this party probably got a lot more interesting as a result.

“Besides,” I say, “what do we care what people say?”

That’s the difference between me and Beaufort – the main one anyway. He gives a fuck and I do not. Never have. Never do. I do what the fuck I want.