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make you hurt for a very long time.”
    “Where’s Casey?” I ask, deliberately changing the subject.
    “She and Chris just went to grab coffee.”
    “Chris who?”
    “Chris is one of the Doms from the club.”
    “Dom?” I ask frantically as I try to lever myself out of the bed. A large warm hand on my shoulder gently presses me back. As worried as I am for my sister, the pain shooting through my ribs cannot be denied. Shit, I remember this pain well. It had been more than two years, but right now I remember the injuries with a clarity I can’t quite explain. “My sister is going to get herself killed. What the hell is she thinking going off with a man whose idea of a good time is beating the hell out of her?”
    I could be wrong, but I can hear a noise that sounds like someone grinding their teeth.
    “Chris is a good guy and an experienced Dom. He’ll protect Casey, not hurt her.” The words are strained, almost as if the owner is trying to hold on to his temper.
    I want to ask how he knows the man my sister is with. I mean, I’m still not certain who I’m talking to, but I’m starting to get an uncomfortable feeling that I met him a long time ago. In fact, I’m fairly certain it was in this very hospital.
    “Bryce?” I ask in a very small voice.
    “Yes, sweetheart,” he says as if he’s waiting for me to ask him a question.
    I don’t know what to say. The last time I saw him I yelled all of my frustration at him. Actually, I abused the hell out of him. I haven’t changed my mind about my sister’s chosen lifestyle—or about Doms—but I can’t deny that Bryce has gone above and beyond when it comes to looking out for a virtual stranger.
    “Thank you for calling an ambulance.”
    “Try and get some rest, sweetheart. The doctors are talking about releasing you today.”
    “Today?” I ask as my heart starts to pound painfully. I’m not frightened. I’m not. I can go home, and I’ll remember the rules, and I’ll do what John expects, and I’ll stay out of trouble, and I’ll…I’ll… Shit, how the fuck am I going to do all of that when I can’t even open my eyes?
    “Breathe, Karly,” Bryce says in a voice that is both gentle and bossy. “You’re not going back there. You’re staying with us. We have plenty of room.”
    I want to shake my head, but that damn headache is making itself known again. “I can…I can stay with Casey. She’ll take care of me.”
    “That’s the point,” Bryce says, his warm fingers touching my arm gently. “Casey has been staying at my place since she moved out of yours.”
    “She’s your submissive?” I ask as a myriad of emotions plow through me. I don’t want my sister living that lifestyle, but a part of me is relieved that if she is involved, that it’s at least with a man like Bryce. I don’t know him very well, of course, but at least I’m not frightened of him.
    “No,” Bryce says with what I imagine is a smile on his face. “Casey is currently single—just our roommate—but I think Chris might have something to say about that in the near future.”
    “Chris the Dom? A man who’s going to beat the hell out of her because it’s what he wants to do, and she’s going to let him?”
    “Karly, Chris is a close friend of mine. He would never do anything to hurt Casey—not in the way you’re thinking.”
    “But he’ll hurt her,” I say stubbornly.
    “Perhaps,” Bryce concedes, “but only in a way that is mutually acceptable to both of them.”
    “You think what Robert did was mutually acceptable?” My head is so sore and I can feel tears welling behind my swollen eyes. I don’t want to have this argument, but my sister’s life could very well be at stake.
    “No, what Robert did to Casey was as selfish and as cowardly as what your husband did to you.”
    “My husband is not a Dom!” Even as I say the words, it seems a silly point to make.
    “No, your husband isn’t a Dom. Neither is Robert. They’re both cowardly