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He pressed a thick finger to my lips. “Quiet.”

I stared up at him, my fury shooting higher, so much so, heat fired through my veins, igniting my skin. I fought, shoving and kicking.

He held me in place easily.

I shook my head, dislodging his finger. “Get the fuck off me.”

“No, but keep throwing the attitude. I like it, makes my dick even harder.”

I hissed up at him like a demented wild cat. “I’ve changed my damn mind, you can keep your dick to yourself.”

“Liar. You want my dick so bad right now, I can smell it.” He scented the air. “Can damn near taste it.”

I screamed in outrage and tried to shove him off again.

Again, he didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head by the wrists. “Best you keep still, shut the fuck up, and go to sleep, or I might forget how emotional you are and fuck you, anyway.”

If I could, I would have punched him. A broken hand would be worth it. “Fine,” I bit out.

“Fine what?”

I stared up at him, looking into his eyes, and the way he watched me back…was that concern? No, of course not. Now I was imagining things. “I’ll sleep, but I’m covered in mud.”

“So.”

“So, can I at least take a shower?” Let me up so I can kick you in the nuts and get the hell out of here.

“No.”

“No?”

He shrugged his wide shoulders. “I don’t give a shit about mud.”

“Well, I do.”

He shrugged again, brought my hands down, rolled away, and pushed me to my side, then he rolled back in behind me. A muscled arm banded around me, keeping me pinned against him. I felt him kick off his boots.

There was no way I could get off this bed unless he let me, and suddenly I didn’t care. I was exhausted right down to my bones. With the last of my energy, I kicked off my own boots, because it was obvious he wasn’t letting me go anywhere tonight, even if I had the energy to leave.

The light went off.

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“You’re not the only one with powers, dove.”

I figured he had them, I’d just had no idea to what extent. “What else can you do?”

I felt him shrug. “A lot of things. Not as much as you.”

The look in my fox’s eyes, eyes that had no longer been his own, filled my head. “Where do you think Ren is right now?”

He was silent for several moments. “Don’t do that.”

I blinked into the darkness. “Do what?”

“Come up with stories in your head. We’ll worry about that shit when we find him. Then we’ll deal with the aftermath, whatever that is.”

I swallowed, and the sound was audible in the dark room. “What if…he’s like Maddox and runs away? Or what if what that spirit forces him to do is too much for him and he goes feral?”