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couldn’t resist goading him—he just seemed too uptight!—so she parroted everything he’d said right back to him and watched as his face darkened, a large vein ticking on his forehead.
    Luckily, Erik entered the room at that moment with a laundry basket in tow.
    “Abraham,” Well, that didn’t sound like a very friendly greeting, “Get away from her. Now.” His voice dropped low with a hint of a growl.
    His brother was still glaring at her as if he wanted to throttle her ass. She would have welcomed the brawl with open arms if she were able to stand on her own two feet.
    “Sorry, Erik,” she began, “it’s my fault. I was picking at him.” Her gaze moved over Abraham slowly. “I do hope that your other brothers aren’t this uptight.”
    Erik snorted, rolling his eyes. “We’re all very different, personality-wise. Abraham’s the most intense sibling.”
    “Someone has to be the serious one. Now,” he jabbed his finger in her face, “who the hell is she?”
    Sarah absolutely detested having people get in her face. She looked up from her place on the couch and purred, sweet as honey, “ She is about to bite off your fucking finger if you don’t get it out of my face, pretty boy.”
    He looked startled, and she was glad. Erik just covered his mouth, but appeared to stifle more laughter.
    “Your finger hasn’t moved yet.” Sarah snapped her teeth at his finger, just missing the tip when he pulled back.
    “She tried to bite me!” he roared, pointing. Again! “Argh!”
    This time she did give him a nip. When he turned his murderous gaze back to her, Sarah felt the first twinge of apprehension.
    “Stop it!” Erik yelled. “You’re scaring her.”
    Both heads swiveled toward Erik, who appeared equally startled. Sarah knew she’d shown no signs of fear. Hell, she prided herself on her poker face and her ability to mask any scent of fear or anger. Most people never knew she was pissed off until she laid them flat.
    “What the hell are you talking about?” she demanded. Erik was upset and confused, as was evident by his facial expressions and the mixed fragrance wafting from his side of the room.
    Aw, poor guy.
    “She’s psychotic, not scared,” Abraham snarled at his brother.
    Sarah watched Abraham take in the scene, his eyes narrowed. Sarah, asleep on the sofa, in Erik’s robe, and Erik bringing in a laundry basket filled with her clothes, all neatly folded. And were those her panties on top?
    Oh, somebody just kill me now.
    “Holy shit!” Abraham spoke in a near whisper, forcing Sarah to pay attention lest she lose track of the conversation. “She’s your mate. You felt her fear.”
    “No, I…”
    “You had to have,” he accused, “because she hasn’t shown an ounce of fear yet.”
    An odd ringing started in Sarah’s ears. Her heart racing, she couldn’t catch her breath. Oh, God. That was why she’d kept picking at Abraham even after he’d gotten mad. Her amusement was there, but it was Erik’s she’d felt as well, egging her on.
    The two men were still arguing, over whether or not she could be his mate, but Sarah wasn’t quite as slow as Erik seemed to be. She knew the signs of a bonding, and once she took a second to look back, she could see that they were indeed present.
    While the two were deep in their own discussion, Sarah decided now was the perfect time to dip out. She struggled up onto her shaking legs to leave, thinking that if the room would quit tilting it would be great. With an odd sort of detachment, she realized the room wasn’t tilting. She was. Then the darkness came.
    * * * *
    “What the fuck?” Erik lunged and caught Sarah just before she hit the coffee table then hugged her close.
    “What’s wrong with her?” Now, that was a good question.
    “I’m not sure. I felt a surge of panic then nothing.” He lifted her gently and settled her back onto the couch. The movement caused the robe to fall open, revealing the nasty swelling and bruising of her