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where he’d bitten me, but nothing more. It didn’t hurt, and my skin seemed unbroken—smooth and uninjured beneath my fingertips.
    “Let me see, please?” Kai requested more firmly, kneeling on the floor in front of me and drawing my hand away.
    “There’s … nothing …” I mumbled as he leaned closer, his fingers trailing gingerly over the point of contact.
    “Mm-hmm,” he confirmed, pulling back and gifting me with the sweetest of half-smiles that I was sure I’d never seen him wear before. “Not even a scratch,” he said, a curious reverence in his tone.
    “Guess that means I’m healing like a werelock already, huh?” I assessed shyly.
    He shook his head. “It means you are without question our vessel. A vessel can’t be marked.”
    “Marked?”
    “Werewolves mark their mates with a special bite that is permanent. One that will leave a definitive scar, regardless of any supernatural healing capabilities.”
    “Oh.” I frowned. “So then Alex thought … and that’s why …” I fumbled and stopped short as Remy stomped over to us, still buck-naked, his big dick literally swinging back and forth as he went.
    “Are you two fucking nuts?” Remy berated Kai. “What if she hadn’t been the vessel, huh? What the fuck then?” he demanded, coming to stand right next to where I was seated. And in doing so placing his penis directly in my line of vision.
    Kai shrugged. “We were ninety-nine percent certain.”
    “Oh, well, that’s just great. Real cool fucking trick, Al!” Remy yelled at the battling wolves. “She’s the vessel, Alex, she wasn’t marked!”
    I cringed as the snarls and the sound of snapping jaws seemed to grow louder. The sound of shattering glass followed, and I looked back to see them both soar through another window. Guadalupe screamed after them to fucking stay outside.
    “Good God, are you all right, Milena?” Remy fretted over me, getting a little too close for comfort, considering he had his penis on full display. “Did he hurt you?”
    “I’m good,” I managed to rasp, keeping my eyes averted.
    “Are you sure?”
    I nodded vigorously, thinking I’d be positively perfect if he’d just step back and put some pants on already.
    “You’re a bastard for going along with that stunt,” Remy scolded Kai, whacking him on the back of the head.
    “Well, it was you who gave Al the idea,” Kai responded.
    “What? Fucking hell, I know he’s an asshole most of the time, but do you have any idea what that shit did to Alex? Christ, I can’t remember when I’ve ever sensed him get so weepy emotional about anything,” Remy remarked with a shake of his head. “And right before he went ballistic it felt like his powers virtually doubled in intensity.”
    “Exactly,” Kai said with a raised brow. “That was the whole trick. How do you think you both got off the wall? How do you think Alex is still holding his own against Alcaeus and the power of Joaquin Salvatella’s blood magic right now?”
    Comprehension lit Remy’s features.
    “Alcaeus proved your theory. Alex did inherit Renata’s power as well as Antonio’s. He’s just chosen to willfully neglect and deny any proclivities toward emotional awareness—and consequently the power that would be drawn from such ability.”
    Grinning, Remy smacked Kai on the back of the head again. “Well played.”
    Before I could ask Kai to translate his last statement into human-speak for me, I heard a female voice reprimand from outside the broken front windows, “Boys, boys! Stop it! Stop it this instant! What the fuck is wrong with you two?”
    My heart leapt with excitement as I realized it was Alessandra who had just dared pose the ultimate of rhetorical questions to her Cujo brothers outside.

CHAPTER TWO
    “Lupe!” Alessandra called out as she strode into the house. “Bring those assholes shorts, please?”
    She was wearing black yoga pants and a tank top, her hair pulled back into a long, messy ponytail that