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“He paid the price, did he? Tell me, Micah, what price is fair payment for what I suffered at the hands o’ the Dominae? What price returns innocence tae a child? Answer me! Because I’ve yet tae find it!” Hellion knocked the chair to the ground. His chest heaved and his irises ate the whites of his eyes as his power emitted a whipping wind. The curtains in the room billowed like sheets hung out to dry on a breezy day.
    Micah swelled in size again and he slowly stood, a faint light emanating from his skin. His eyes were bright enough to counter Hellion’s dark ones, and the room crackled with incompatible energies. Seeing the two face off, I suddenly had a better understanding of both Hellion’s powers—dark and light. It was his will alone that kept the dark from swallowing his soul.
    Darius appeared at my side, his back to the Nephilim and his hand shielding his eyes. He helped me to my feet and hissed as the brightness in the room grew.
    “Go,” I said softly.
    “I don’t think so, chit. Someone needs to get these boys to tone it down.”
    “I’ve seen how well you do with sunlight and you’re already starting to smoke a little,” I teased. “Go. I’ll handle them.”
    “I’ll be right outside the door so I’ll—”
    “—hear everything,” we both said at the same time.
    He sped for the door before more damage was done.
    I turned to find the men squaring off. Micah sported a terrifying erection.  
    What is it with men?  
    I clutched my side, took a deep breath, and screamed as if I was being murdered. Both men crouched and spun toward me. Hellion started toward me before he realized there was no outside threat.
    “Explain,” he bellowed as he stormed toward me.
    I flipped him off before turning to Micah. “Shrink, in every sense of the word,” I demanded, “and get your ass back in bed. Now.”
    Hellion yanked me around to face him and I slapped him hard enough to snap his head back on his neck.
    “I told you once already and I won’t ever tell you again so listen closely this one last time. That barbaric, medieval bullshit does not fly with me.” My voice was low and slow, and I looked him directly in the eyes. “If you ever lay hands on me again in anger, prophecy or no prophecy, the smell of my perfume will linger longer than I will.”
    Hellion’s jaw rolled as he ground his teeth, the clear, red handprint developing on his cheek. Part of me was appalled. I wasn’t the slapping type. Another part of me only wished I’d thought to make a fist.
    “Tell me, my friend, that you didn’t just strike her,” Darius hissed, slinking into the room bonelessly.
    “I would never—”
    “That’s not what I heard.”
    Micah had crawled back into bed, so now it was Darius and Hellion I put myself between.  
    “Darius? It’s not what you think.” I put a hand on his chest, but he continued forward as if I was as inconsequential as a dust bunny.
    “I told you once that I would be waiting for you to alienate her, mate, and you’ve known me long enough to know I don’t make idle threats.”
    The two were getting ready to come to blows so I did the only thing I could think to do in a testosterone-filled war zone. I pulled my shirt off.
    I wasn’t sure who was more shocked, the men who were staring at my breasts offered up in my sexiest push-up bra, or me for having no sense of propriety remaining. Now I was not only an accent whore who got off on listening to the men around me speak, I was backsliding into the non-qualified domain of simply…yeah.
    Hellion whipped his T-shirt off and spilled it down over me so my head was half in, half out of the neck and my arms weren’t anywhere near the armholes. Darius was still staring, his eyes more purple than I’d ever seen lust take them. Micah watched it all with interest, his personal pride and joy still hopping around under the sheet like a sausage hooked up to a defibrillator. I sighed and shook my head, dropping my shirt and wiggling my