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She stammers, “Is…is he alive?” “Yes, but I need your help.” As we are washing Frank off, Cane mixes some herbs. The ranch is silent. We are the only ones here. Everyone else is either dead or in hiding. Hours pass by as we tend to Frank’s wounds and wait. He mumbles in his sleep but pauses whenever he says my name. Dawn will come soon. I step outside. Cane is back in his wolf form. He is waiting. “Cane, thank you for helping us.” I let out a breath. “Thank you for saving Frank.” He cocks his head as if he thought I would be mad at him for not fighting beside me. “Aren’t you going to say anything to me? Are you just going to stay there as a mute wolf?”

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Actually getting too close to the mist gave her a sickening feeling deep in her core; it was the feeling she just couldn’t explain because even though it disgusted her she was still drawn to the edge. As the ride started down the cliffs into the forest she found herself walking along the edge of that chasm. She felt called to head north along the canyon it was like something was calling her and she couldn’t turn away. As she near a point further along the chasm then she’s ever been she noticed something strange, Something she could identify but wasn’t sure she was really seeing. The closer she came the more she realized what she was saying was real it was blocks and it was clear to see that

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But the specific fight—the specific threat of Rafe's new purge, the specific danger of enchanted weapons in the hands of a wolf who was afraid of what she represented—that was over. She was going to let herself feel that for a while before she started thinking about what came next. When she came back to herself in the field hospital, Cain was reading. Not the oversight reports—something else, a smaller document, held in one hand while the other hand rested on the cot near hers in a way that was close but not crowded. She watched him read for a moment before he noticed she was awake. He noticed. He put the document down. "Three days?" she said.

I wanted Cane to destroy every memory of my boyfriend. Cane’s fingers plunged inside me suddenly—deep, curling, stroking that spot that made my knees buckle. I cried out, loud and shameless, just like that morning. “Oh fuck—yes!” He pumped them faster, his thumb grinding my clit while his other hand yanked the neckline of my dress down. My massive tits spilled free, heavy and bouncing. Cane groaned like a man starved, leaning in to suck one hard nipple into his hot mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak.

I gave my quick analysis before leaving. I may be right; I may be wrong. But there’s no point in stressing over things that we have no control of. I wonder why Cane is so eager to please the Don. It’s like he has this built-in inferiority towards the Marbles. Oh, to be a fly on the wall whenever they have their meetings.

accounts, but to the IRS, these books do not exist. Later that afternoon, the temperature in the shop increased. I looked down to see Cane working on a vintage motorcycle. He had stripped off his tank top; his back looked like a map of muscles and scars. He was shining with sweat. His movements, powerful and raw. He looked up and caught me staring. Instead of looking away, he held my gaze. The air between us felt thick, like a cord was being pulled. "Miller," he barked. "Down here. Now."

"Drink it. Then we'll talk business." He kept prattling on, and I watched his little performance, my gaze cold. He tossed the file onto the coffee table. "The finest estate in Sicily. Five thousand acres, overlooking the Mediterranean." He opened the file, revealing a deed of gift. "The estate has a private art studio and one of the finest art collections in Europe." "It's all yours, as long as you come to Italy with me." "Give up this childish fantasy about Northern Europe," Soren said, sinking onto the sofa.