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forced to do for herself, but the woman who never felt like she mattered relished being taken care of. No one, not even her dead brother , had ever taken care of her when she’d been injured. Tough love was an understatement of her childhood reality.
    “Can I ask you a question?”
    He nodded as he grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and poured it into a glass.
    “Why are all Lycans so…pretty?”
    He looked at her. “What do you mean?”
    “You ’ re kidding, right? Most Lycans that I have encountered would make Greek gods jealous.”
    “I seriously doubt that.”
    “Then you don’t see yourself the way the rest of the world does. If the seven deadly sins had advertisements, Lycans would be lust.”
    The wolf snorted. “Though we notice beauty, Lycans judge an individual on their character, not their physical attributes. Physical beauty in people is something easily disregarded, because it adds nothing to their strength of character.”
    “So if I said you – as well as Ronan – are beautiful, it wouldn ’ t matter?”
    He arched an eyebrow at her. “First, no, it wouldn’t, because it’s shallow, and as I said, being beautiful means nothing to us. Second, I highly doubt you feel that way.”
    “I’m not blind,” she said with an indignant snort. “I think that I can appreciate beauty when I see it.”
    The wolf began to growl but cut it off with a deep inhale and a long, slow exhale. “You can find beauty in something you would shoot on sight? How does that work?”
    Alexis opened her mouth to reply and closed it. She filtered through her thoughts, but every one of them only confirmed what he likely thought of her.
    “That ’ s what I thought,” he said with a dismissive wave. “Eat. I will be back later.”
    When the wolf was gone, she stared at the waves of heat rising from the soup. She felt like an arsonist who called the Sistine Chapel a masterpiece then proceeded to burn it to the ground.
    Nothing she could say would change how she had intended to pull the trigger on him in the field earlier or how she had begun every hunt in the past remarking on the beauty that she readily erased from the world.
    Rogues were one thing, but…
    She let the thought hang where it was. If she thought too hard, focused too much on it, she might become a very ineffective Hunter. Ineffective Hunters were dealt with swiftly in her society. She should know since she had recently participated in cleaning up the remnants of a swift punishment.
    Kyran entered his room to find Ronan at his desk eating popcorn and watching the feed from the Hunter’s room.
    “What are you doing here?”
    Ronan glanced away from the screen. “Watching a train wreck.”
    Kyran sighed and sat down in a chair near his bed. “What do you mean?”
    Ronan spun the chair around and watched him for a minute. “You want her, don’t you?”
    “No.”
    “Okay.”
    “Am I that transparent to you?” He studied his brother, knowing that not much escaped Ronan’s notice.
    Ronan laughed. “At the moment, yes. But if it makes you feel better , I can tell you aren’t happy about it.”
    “ If only things weren ’ t so complicated, I ’ d…” he whispered, letting the last part drop off.
    “How complicated is sex?”
    “If sex was all I wanted, my life would be easier.” He paused and conjured the words that clawed their way out of his mouth. “I think I See her.”
    “Think?”
    “Yeah, but that’s impossible, right?”
    “I’ve never heard of it happening, but…” Ronan’s words trailed off. “Shit.”
    “I know, but she is healing up fast. She ’ ll be gone in two days, maybe less. We’ll see.”
    In the silence that sprung between them, Kyran thought of the implications of her leaving. Her absence would likely lead to problems , but nothing he could do for her beyond healing her injuries and sending her away would pacify the displeasure among his pack.
    Ronan broke the silence first with a distracted