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know we are shifters and being a bear we can smell when something is off, and you, my dear, are lying. But you need to eat and get your health up first before you go to work.” She went to argue, but like a damn caveman he scooped her up and carried her down the massive stairs and into the dining room that was suddenly spread wide with food. Tiny and Sam were in the kitchen cooking and the smell of coffee filled her nose. He sat her down and not wanting to be rude, she shifted gingerly in the chair as a cup of coffee was suddenly placed in front of her.
    “Just the way you like it, one sugar, lots of milk.” Tiny winked at her. She felt bad now calling him to help her, but even if Billy knew what she did with the food, he wouldn’t forget the beating he dished out. It was always her fault and he threatened to kill her if she told anyone he did it. At first she was fearful for her life, but then when she stopped caring, he threatened her friends. That is why she stayed.
    “Hey, baby girl, you okay? You’re shaking like a leaf and didn't hear us.” Sam was kneeling next to her as he rubbed her leg, looking at her with concern.
    “Yeah, sorry, I’m fine, I just need to head to work.”
    “Already taken care of, you’re sick. Your boss is a dipshit by the way,” Tiny said as he set down yet another plate of food on the table.
    She jumped at the outrage she suddenly felt. Shit, what if he called the house and told Billy, she called out.
    “No you don’t understand, I have to go to work, or home. I can’t stay here, I have to go.” If Billy found out, he and his creations would be nothing but trouble.
    “I don’t think so, you need to rest, heal, and gain your strength. But I need to know, Cece, why did you call me and not Becky or Millie?” The room grew deathly quiet as Tiny asked staring at her.
    She honestly didn’t know what to say, she wasn’t used to not having the answers. Things came to her easily and it seemed ever since she was able to read, the knowledge of other things popped in her head. She never questioned any of it, but this situation had nothing to do with reading and breaking down information from books, she was out of her element here and didn't know what to do.
    “Please.” She didn’t think it was a hard request, but Tiny seemed determined for her to answer the question. He picked up his phone and hit some numbers.
    “Hey, Dmitri. Yeah, man, I’m doing great. How about you? Really, the pups are making her that crazy, huh. Sure, I understand. Hey, I got a bit of a situation.” Tiny looked at her and she knew he meant business.
    “Please don’t, I’ll tell you, just hang up the phone.” Tiny watched her as he listened to something Dmitri said.
    “Yeah, sure, man. Anyway, the situation is, I need Becky’s recipe for that Kahlua cake she makes from time to time. No, my mom wants it. Great, have her email it to me.” He hung up the phone without another word.
    “Start talkin’, little red.” He was dead serious.
    “I called you because Travis isn’t home, and I can’t risk Becky or Millie.”
    “Can’t risk them in what?” Grey asked, who was now sitting to the right of her.
    “He would hurt them, or worse,” her voice getting lower and lower as she answered.
    “Who would hurt them, baby girl? Who did this to you?” Sam asked.
    “Billy.”
    “Who is Billy, does he live with you or something?”
    “Or something.”
    “He is a boyfriend?” The questions seemed be coming in turns as the three men left nothing unturned.
    “No, God no.”
    “Did he try to do anything else to you other than what we can see?” She knew from the look on Grey's face that he was asking if Billy had touched her sexually.
    “No, he didn’t.”
    “Did someone else?” She squirmed in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable with these questions.
    “Cece, we need to know, did someone do something they weren’t supposed to?”
    “A few times, but nothing more than touching me.”
    “Were did