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and squirmed. “I think he’s my mate!”
    Nischal stopped struggling. “What? Paul?”
    The reality of those words, of the situation itself, hit Justice hard. He let go of Nischal. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”
    Nischal turned and glared at him. “You think so? How can you not know?”
    Justice glanced towards the truck, where Preston and Paul were now sitting inside, their heads close together as they spoke.
    “I never felt anything like I did even right before I saw him,” Justice murmured, watching Paul and wishing he could touch him. “Everything inside of me came to life, and I never knew it had been dormant until then. When he looked at me, I couldn’t do anything but follow him. Even now, after coming not ten minutes ago, I crave the chance to touch him, to—”
    “I get it,” Nischal said as he waved a hand at him. “Stop, okay?”
    Justice did, glad that he was able to cut off the too-personal confession.
    Nischal moved to stand beside him. “I’m guessing you’re the guy whose sister is going to be Paul’s therapist?”
    “Justice Chalmers.” Justice held out a hand to shake.
    “Nischal. No last name.” They shook and Nischal sighed. “Man, what a mess. Did you know who he was?”
    Justice shook his head. “No. Not until Preston banged on the bathroom door. With the bleached hair, I didn’t put it together.”
    “And the makeup. Paul’s gone back to trying to cover up his freckles.”
    “He looks like your Preston?” Justice asked. “When he’s not dying his hair and covering his skin?”
    Nischal hitched a shoulder in a shrug. “Well, he does to a point. I can tell them apart, which is no surprise, considering Preston is my mate. Paul used to be a lot thinner, way too thin, but he’s bulked up. Even more so since the last attack on him.”
    Justice cocked his head and told his leopard to calm the fuck down. There was no one to kill and punish for Paul’s suffering just then. “Last attack?”
    Nischal gave him a sideways look. “How much do you know about Paul? About what’s happened to him?”
    Crossing his arms over his chest, Justice contemplated the info he had. “I know he was kidnapped and sold into slavery in a human trafficking ring here in the US. There were shifters involved, wolf ones. I know he was hurt, probably very badly, and sexually abused.” His stomach turned as he forced himself to continue. “I know now that what just happened between me and him was likely some need on his part to control his sexual needs, to—” He stopped.
    Paul had touched him, there at the end. Now that he thought about it, there’d been something tentative in Paul’s grip the first few strokes, then Paul had made a sweet, wanton sound as he’d tightened his hand around Justice’s cock.
    Nischal grunted and they stood there for another moment, two men in the middle of a parking lot that wasn’t, thankfully, busy at that time. Still, they were lucky they hadn’t been run over.
    “You should go, get him back to Grandma’s.” Justice forced his gaze away from Paul. “He’s going to hate me.” Shifters had abused him. Justice couldn’t imagine even a mate-bond getting Paul past that fact.
    “I don’t think so, but he will probably be pissed off.” Nischal uncrossed his arms. “He was probably just as drawn to you as you were to him.” He looked at Justice. “The desire for our mate is unfathomable to someone who has never experienced it. Once it hits, it controls us even as it demolishes our restraint. Paul won’t be able to stay away.”
    “And he’ll hate me for that,” Justice whispered, aching at the knowledge of that truth. “This is going to make his life so much more difficult.”
    Nischal smacked him on the arm, hard enough to make Justice shuffle aside.
    “What the fuck, asshole!”
    Nischal wrinkled his nose at Justice. “Your grandma Marybeth is going to be twisting your ear and popping your nose a lot with that potty mouth you have.”
    Justice bit