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and seeped into his jeans and onto Hannah’s peasant skirt. He looked at his mate below him, wide-eyed but silent. She bit her lip but remained calm in his hold, giving him the strength to persevere and take whatever punishment Hector dealt from his whim of fancy.
     
    “That was just a warning. I grew tired of the two of you mooning over each other. Fools. You really think you will live past this to quench those desires. No, you will not fuck each other like the crude instruments of fate you are. This is not a vacation or a honeymoon. You are my captives. I will cut you and beat you as I wish. And if I feel like it, I will rape the witch and make you watch.”
     
    Hannah shuddered in his hold, and despite the blood loss, he did not relent his grip. That fucker wasn’t going to lay a paw on her.
     
    “Your family will come for you, young Reed. They always come for those we take from them. Funny how they think they are the strongest and the best of the wolves. Arrogant pricks. They haven’t stopped us yet. They are too cowardly to truly embrace their power, and now they grow weak from it. Gluttoned and bloated on their own self-worth, they will die by my hand.”
     
    Reed bit off a growl. He would enjoy slicing that vile tongue out of the bastard’s mouth.
     
    “We may have gotten the wrong brother, but you will prove your worth to me. Or if not, it’s no worry. You will still be some form of entertainment. I will rape and then kill the witch in front of you. Then I will kill you. Slowly. It’s no matter.”
     
    Hector pulled the gun up and shot Reed in the back once more. This time Hannah and he both let out a whimper. Fuck that hurt .
     
    “Just for good measure. You know the drill.”
     
    With a nod at the guards, the bastard walked out of the room, head held high.
     
    As soon as the door slammed shut, Hannah pushed him off her. Reed groaned in pain at the contact.
     
    Hannah knelt over him, pale and wide-eyed. Crimson blood painted her hands in a cruel landscape, and Reed felt horrible she had to witness and touch his weakness.
     
    Her chestnut corkscrew hair cascaded around her face, her dove gray eyes imploring. She’d be a treasure to paint. A blank canvas promising a beauty of strokes and colors.
     
    Okay, I might be reacting to the blood loss. Just saying.
     
    He was getting a little loopy. But she was just so pretty. He could stare at her forever.
     
    Hannah smiled down at him and caressed his cheek.
     
    “You’re quite handsome yourself.”
     
    Shit, he hadn’t realized he’d spoken out loud. Oh well, she was beautiful, no use in keeping in those thoughts.
     
    Hannah bit her lip then turned him over to his stomach. He sucked in a breath, but held back a wince. He didn’t want to show any more weakness than he already had in front of his mate. The cool cement floor felt nice on his heated skin.
     
    She took a shaky breath and placed her palms over the wounds on his back and chanted a calming melody. His skin stretched, and his wounds knitted together.
     
    Warmth seeped through the pain, a tingling sensation more pronounced than when she’d healed his ribs before.
     
    After a few minutes, she sighed, and Reed stole a look at her. Exhaustion crept over her features and her eyes drooped.
     
    “Hannah, you need to stop. You’re hurting yourself.”
     
    “I’m sorry, Reed. I’m just too far from the earth. You’ll need to heal the rest of it yourself.” She stroked his cheek. “Change.”
     
    “You shouldn’t have shown the fullness of your powers. They’ll know now.” He nodded to the cameras.
     
    Hannah lowered her head, and whispered, “You’re worth it.”
     
    Humbled. Yes, that was the feeling warming his soul at the moment.
     
    She laughed a sad laugh, then continued, “Plus, you lost so much blood, and if you died, the smell would’ve gotten to me eventually.”
     
    He laughed then grunted in pain at the sickly holes in his flesh.
     
    Hannah pulled him to a