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Gabriel dropped to one side and pulled Ashby into his arms.

“We need to change the sheets,” Ashby said tiredly before yawning.

“Later. We can do it later, mon ange,” Gabriel whispered as they both fell asleep.





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Gabriel and Mikhail looked down at the struggling man they had strapped to the table. Mikhail grinned

down at him evilly.

“Let’s make sure that you understand the situation. I am going to remove your legs, followed by your

arms. Escape will be impossible. I will then lock you in that coffin over there for several weeks before

coming back here to ask you a few questions about who you work for. We will repeat this several times

until I am sure you have told me everything you know. The only thing that is a variable is how I will kill

you. If you cooperate and give me as much information as you can I will kill you quickly and send your

severed head to your associates. If you don’t cooperate, well, let’s just say at that point things will start to

get very unpleasant for you. Then I’ll kill you and send your severed head to your associates. Any

questions?” Mikhail asked. The man on the table began to froth at the mouth and scream from around the

wide leather strap in his mouth.

“Oh good, you’re going to make this fun.” Mikhail turned to Gabriel.

“I’ll send you updates on anything I uncover,” Mikhail said. Gabriel nodded.

He almost felt sorry for the prisoner before he remembered that the man on the table had killed to lose

his soul and wanted to take his angel away from him. By the time he walked away he felt nothing for the

nameless man or what he would endure.

Chapter 19



“No, no, no! The piano goes into the front sitting room. You there! Muscle head with the perfect ass in

the tight jeans, don’t you dare set that metal TV stand on my freshly redone wooden floors. You! What’s

your name? Nevermind. That is obviously a grill, walk that shit around the house to the back, do not carry

it through the house!” Ashby watched in fascination as his friend ran from room to room supervising the

move of the decade. Rian nearly cried tears of joy when Ashby approached him about restoring the

plantation house to its former glory. For weeks Rian had spent every waking second making sure that the

house was ready to receive its princes. He was now reveling in his moment of glory.

“Do you think he’d calm down if I faked labor pains?” Rebecca asked as she, Ashby, Kate, and Nic

watched Rian yell at yet another shifter.

Ashby was about to answer her when a loud crash was heard from the kitchen. Rian ran to the back of

the house, his friends close on his heels.

“We got it! Our bad! Everything is cool. Accidently bumped into the highchair,” David yelled and

righted the highchair that had fallen over. He then took Landon from Daniel, who was holding both twins,

and deposited him in the chair. Daniel put Lucas in the highchair next to his brother. Behind them shaking

and looking like a nervous wreck, Roman looked on.

“Careful with the floors, boys. It was hard enough getting the tiles through customs much less here to

Arkadia.” Rian huffed. Roman looked up at the group standing in the doorway.

“Alpha Kate, wonderful, you’re here. Maybe you could stay and feed the boys their lunch?” Roman

asked, his voice timorous and quaking.

“Nonsense, David and Daniel have this covered, don’t you?” Kate asked. David’s and Daniel’s heads

popped up and nodded.

“We totally got this covered,” David said and Daniel gave a thumbs-up sign. Smiling, Kate nodded to

her head and the small group walked back to the front of the house.

“Is Roman always that tweaky?” Rebecca asked. Ashby shook his head, looking at Kate who was trying

not to laugh.

“What did you do, Kate?” Ashby asked curiously.

“I told him he was responsible for Landon and Lucas.” She snort laughed, holding onto the banister to

stay upright. Ashby gasped. He turned back to stare at the hallway heading back to the kitchen, then

shrugged.

“We’ll bail him out later.” Ashby watched as his friends turned out to help his coven move in. He never

realized how much people truly cared.

“Oh my, it’s getting hot outside, do you think the men would like to cool off in the pool?” Rebecca

asked innocently.

“We can always ask,” Kate said, smirking at her friend. Low growls filled the air as Aleks, Caleb, and

Bran stood, arms crossed over their chests, in the foyer. Rebecca looked up whistling and tapping her foot.

“First of all it’s only fifty five degrees outside. Second of all the pool is still closed. Lastly you will