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unwrapped her arms from her legs. She
turned her watery gaze to him, and the sorrow and pain he saw there broke his
heart.
    "Come here, sweetheart."
    Sitting next to her on the sofa, he scooped her up
onto his lap, and she looked straight at him. "Everything's gone. My
parents, brothers, job … my whole life. Is. Just. Gone."
    Her quietly whispered words ripped his heart in two,
and an army of dragons trampled those pieces at the way she buried her face in
his neck. When she'd cried herself out, he started stroking her hair. Receiving
no response, he glanced up at Drake. Standing with his fists on his hips, his
brother was looking at Becky with eyes filled with sorrow and anguish.
    Drake,
look at me. This isn't your fault. You might have set her off, but it's
everything that's happened in the last few days that is overwhelming her.
    Drake nodded at him, without moving his gaze from
Becky. Savren stroked her face, wiping away the last of her tears. When she
remained unresponsive, he stood with her still in his arms and carried her back
to the bedroom. She didn't resist him, but she didn't curl into him either. By
the time he laid her out on the soft bed and settled down beside her, he was
getting really worried. She was completely nonresponsive, and her glassy eyes
weren't focused on anything. Their little Desired had zoned out on them. He
continued to stroke her hair, her face, her arm—anywhere he could touch her
skin, he stroked. Drake crawled onto the bed on the other side. He had a wet
wash cloth with him, and he gently wiped it over Becky's face. She gasped at
the first contact and snapped her gaze to Drake. Savren sighed in relief.
    "Hey,
little one. We lost you there for a bit. Are you okay?"
Savren had never heard Drake sound so worried.
    Becky nodded a little as Drake lowered the cloth again
and cleaned her face free of tears. She closed her eyes on a shuddered breath.
    Kiss her,
Drake, softly, gently.
    Drake cocked an eyebrow at him, and Savren nodded
toward Becky. He watched as Drake lowered himself over Becky. Cradling her face
with both hands, he laid a gentle, whisper-light kiss over her lips. Drake
hovered just above her mouth, waiting for Becky to react. After a tense moment,
she sank her hands into his hair and pulled him back down to her mouth for a
scorching hot kiss that radiated enough heat that Savren felt it.
    With a massive grin, Savren began stroking her leg, creeping his fingers up higher and higher. Slowly inching
the towel up over her hip, he revealed her perfect creamy coffee colored skin
to his hot gaze. He ran his fingers in little random patterns over the smooth
flesh of her outer thigh, then up around her hip bone. As he ran it down the
crease between her thigh and torso, she flinched and pulled back from kissing
Drake to glare at him.
    "Ticklish,
sweetheart?"
    He ran his finger in little swirls over the length of
the crease, enjoying the hell out of her giggles.
    "Savren, stop it. Please—" She broke into a
fit of laughter as Drake softly ran his fingers up her ribs on the opposite
side after her towel fell away from her body. She tried to bring her knees up
to protect herself from their roaming fingers, but neither of them were having
a part of that. Drake grabbed both her hands in one of his and pinned them
above her head while Savren threw a leg over hers, holding them down. Her eyes
went wide when she realized she was completely pinned down. Drake ran his
fingers back down her ribs, and Savren did the same thing on the other side.
She bucked and laughed as they tickled her senseless. Savren grinned down at
her. He was so glad to have her laughing. She'd scared the fuck out of him
earlier.
    ****
    Becky fussed with her dress. She didn't do dresses, and
she couldn't even remember the last time she'd worn one. Eilagh grabbed her
arm.
    "Stop fussing, Becky. You look almost as stunning
as me." Her friend winked at her.
    She looked down at her dress. Her men had impeccable
taste. It was made