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monster.”
    Lark’s hands moved to her hips and the look she leveled upon him actually scared him. “Keon, if I hear you call yourself a monster again, I’m going to ram my boot so far up your ass that it won’t ever come out. You are the single hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. You are super sexy. Do you know how many times I’ve masturbated to images of you above me?”
    She’d touched herself to thoughts of him? His cock sprang to life at the idea.
    He stilled and then realized they weren’t alone. “Did you have to say such a thing in front of them?”
    Rossi laughed. “I changed my mind. I really like her. Claim her and let us all be on our way. I have relations to mend with my own woman. I have no wish to sleep upon a stone floor again.”
    Claim her?
    The thought sent need pumping through him.
    Lark continued to glare at him, cooling his passion. “Why do you see yourself as a monster? Because you have some scars?”
    “ Some scars?” he asked, there was very little of him that wasn’t scarred in some fashion.
    She turned her back to him and yanked off her shirt.  
    His cock threatened to burst free from his jeans at the sight of her bare back. Cursed Magaious. Did the woman have no mercy? Was she a sadist? Did she enjoy torturing him so? She would make one hell of a fine head of the dungeons back in Accipitridae. She was a master of cruel and unusual punishment, standing before him, teasing him in such a manner.
    He would have grabbed her and fucked her had he not wanted her covered from the prying eyes of his friends and brother. Her naked form was for his eyes only. “Lark! Cover yourself. They are all mated, but to show them yourself is not acceptable.”
    “Brother,” Rossi said softly. “She is showing you something that you do not see. Look.”  
    He did, and slowly he began to see why she had exposed herself. The minute he spotted a row of scars that would line up perfectly to talons, rage coursed through him. The same fire that had burned in him long ago on the battlefield ignited. “Who hurt you? I will rip their heads off. I will tear them in two. I will dance upon their dissected corpses.”
    Lazar and Sachin grabbed him, holding him in place as he continued to rant and rave. Lark was suddenly before him, her shirt back on. She touched his face.
    “Stop.”
    He obeyed her instantly.
    “I killed the man who did this to me,” she said with a sigh. “But not before he killed my sister.”
    “The twin you spoke of,” said Rossi.
    She nodded.
    “Who would dare to do such a thing?” asked Lazar. “Who would harm children? That is what you were when this happened, yes?”
    She nodded and teared up. “He claimed to be our father. He said our mother was a human whore who had sold her body to his kind to be a birthing chamber, and that she’d hid us from him before abandoning us for being monsters. For being born from tests rather than a mated union. He said we had to go with him, that we had to fight in some war we’d never heard of. What I remember most was his smell. He smelled like death, like rotting flesh.”
    Sachin gasped. “Was your father of the vultures?”  
    She shrugged, loss on her face. “I don’t know. He could shift into a bird, like the others who have come for me since then. I honestly didn’t even know bird guys came in variety packs.”
    “Variety packs?” asked Sachin.
    Rossi snorted. “Means different kinds.”
    Sachin lowered his gaze, somber. “Think she is the female we were told they seek?”
    “They’re always looking for me,” said Lark softly. “This isn’t something new.”
    Lazar shrugged. “Then we are wrong?”
    Rossi glanced over Lark. “I smell it on you, but no offense, you don’t seem very shifter like to me.”
    Lark inclined her head and then held up a hand. “Before you ask, I can’t shift into a bird. I guess calling them vultures makes sense. Now that you say it, yes, I can see a resemblance in their wings when