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take some classes, and have fun dammit.” Her voice rose at the end.
    Tyrone met her gaze and his face softened. “You were born the way you are. There’s nothing that can be done about that. You’re carrying babies who have no choice in the matter either.” He glanced at Tyrese. “None of us had a choice. But you have one now. How you handle this pregnancy will have a direct impact on all of our lives. Silas is an old wolf, Mom. He’s not going to allow you to leave here with his first-born litter.” He shook his head sadly. “That’s not going to happen. Rese and I are a part of his security detail, and believe me when I say he’s a tough son of a bitch. But if you want, we’ll go against him and try to move you away.”
    “No,” she yelled. Panic, like a block of ice, clogged her throat. She couldn’t lose her sons.
    “You are late for dinner. He’s going to send someone else to fetch you if we don’t tell him something soon,” Tyrese said. “I thought you wanted to talk to him. Now is the time to get it all out on the table. Let him know how you feel about the babies, about moving and living in West Virginia. Because as much as we’d love to intervene, there’s not much Rone or I can do to prevent him from taking you.” He stood and held out his hand to her. “You’ve got this. Just talk to him.”
    She took his hand and squeezed it as she stood. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she brushed the non-existent wrinkles from her dress. “So we’re moving to West Virginia and having some babies. I can only imagine what Renee will say.”
    “She thought Silas was hot,” Tyrone teased as they walked toward the door.
    “Not that hot,” Jasmine murmured while picking up her small purse.
    A few moments later they arrived at a small rectangular brick house in the middle of the compound. Mini-blinds and curtains covered the windows. The light escaping cast an eerie glow on the small patch of yard surrounding the house. Tyrese assisted her out of the car and then released her hand. Brow raised, she looked at him.
    Tyrese cleared his throat and looked to the side. “He wants you to come in alone and he’s sending us away.”
    A featherlight chill touched her neck briefly and then disappeared. She swallowed down her alarm at his words. “Okay. I’ll be fine. Silas will bring me home later. You boys go on and enjoy the rest of your night.” She plastered on a smile to reassure them she was fine with the arrangement.
    Tyrone leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek before returning to the car. Tyrese brushed a kiss on the other cheek, but held her for a second. “We're leaving only because we know with certainty that he won’t hurt you. Never think we’d leave or allow you to walk into a dangerous situation. We wouldn’t. Not now, not ever. We’d die first.”
    She froze at the mention of them dying, and then squeezed his shoulder. “I know, Rese. I know.” Heart locked in her throat, she pecked his cheek and then walked with what she hope was a dignified gait to the front door. Refusing to look over her shoulder at her sons, she straightened and raised her hand to knock, fully prepared to battle the wolf in his den.
    Silas opened the door before her hand touched the wood. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. The man was a yummy package who set off a firestorm of need in her. He wore a pair of washed out fitted jeans and a royal blue tee-shirt. The shirt stretched tight across his chest highlighting his firm pecs and flat tapered waist. His dark black hair was brushed back, falling down his neck. Piercing green eyes held her rooted to the spot. For a second she wondered if her babies would have green or blue eyes. With her brown eyes, it didn’t seem likely, but stranger things had happened.
    He didn’t smile. But at least he wasn’t frowning either.
    “Come in. Dinner’s ready.” The husky timbre of his voice had a lazy quality that tempted her to relax her guard. The aromatic