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could possibly want with Emma. And while I didn’t consider myself someone who readily stereotyped, these two were a couple of Inheritors if I’d ever seen some. A million and a half thoughts, conclusions, and guesses started running rampant in my head, but I stifled them all.
    First things first, I needed to make sure Emma had made it safely back to her dorm and a third thug wasn’t laying in wait for her. That thought got me moving, fast. Maybe a little too fast, because just as I rounded the corner of her dorm, I barely had time to come to a screeching halt before I ran at blurring speed into someone.
    A certain someone I really didn’t need to see me right now. And a certain someone who I was really glad did see me right now when her eyes amplified at the same time a smile burst like a stick of dynamite.
    But once her senses caught up with her, that smile faded, and something else replaced the exhilaration that had just lit up her face. Something distinctive, something important‌—‌so, of course, I had no clue what it was.
    I wanted to wrap every last inch of my arms around her, I wanted to whisper a trio of words into her ear over and over again, I wanted to kiss her senseless, I wanted to toss her over my shoulders and get the hell out of here until I found the closest vacant island to claim for our own. I wanted it all so badly I was an aching ball of damn emotion.
    So I went with, “You need to get back to your dorm.”
    She took a step back, like now she was certain I wasn’t just a mirage.
    She didn’t move any more than that one step though.
    “Now,” I whispered.
    Her eyes trailed down, for a moment or for an hour, I didn’t know. I didn’t stay long enough to find out.
    It was the most painful teleportation I’d made to date. The only one that made me wish I’d never been given such a gift.
    “What dumbass Scarlett brother was on Emma duty tonight?” I shouted an instant later, driving my palm into the living room wall of Joseph and Cora’s place.
    Joseph shrugged, unphased. My sudden outbursts, just like my appearances, were something that could be depended on like the rising and setting of the sun. “Austin,” he answered, inspecting and cleaning the items in his doctor bag. “What’s got your boxers in a twist?”
    Smoke could have just billowed from my nostrils. When I’d assigned, without a loophole to veto, Joseph to scheduling Emma’s four brothers to ensure one of them was with her round the clock, I’d expected him to take his duty as seriously as he would if it was Cora’s life that depended on it.
    “What’s got my boxers in a twist, brother,” I spat back, giving him every degree of a terse look I could muster, “is Emma was about to become victim to whatever the hell two Immortals on steroids wanted to do with her tonight.” Not that any one Scarlett brother, or all four combined, could have taken on two Immortals, but that was beside the point.
    The stethoscope in Joseph’s hands fell into the bag with a thud.
    “Had I not been there to show them messing with another man’s woman comes with a meet and greet with the death penalty, I don’t even want to imagine what could have happened.” I rammed my palm into the wall again, just hard enough it would feel cathartic without punching a hole in the drywall.
    “Who were they?” Joseph asked, setting the black bag aside.
    “Other than Inheritors, I don’t know,” I said, trying to add, subtract, multiply, and divide the possible reasons a couple of dudes on the evil side of Immortality would be following Emma. My equations didn’t wield any answers.
    “How do you know they were Inheritors?”
    Joseph and his giving the other guy the benefit of the doubt, innocent until proven guilty mumbo-jumbo was not going to fly with my mood tonight.
    “Because I know,” I enunciated, giving him a don’t-challenge-me look.
    He was familiar with that look and went with it.
    “I’ll round up a few guys and have them do a