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venom dripped from the tips. He struck so fast his two foes didn’t see it coming until it was too late.

With their last breath, the dying men mumbled, “Fairy.” Fuck it all! Somehow the Dark Warriors found out about Klaus’s mate being part fairy. Finn, like the other warriors, doubled up his efforts, mowing down the enemy.

No one was taking Astrid from them, no one. They had taken in a battered and bruised Astrid. He had suffered more than most men could have survived. Just thinking about the pain inflicted on Astrid caused Finn to go crazy with rage, lashing out at anyone stupid enough to come near him, and the Warriors of the Dark weren’t known for their intelligence.

As the Dark Warriors’ numbers started to dwindle, Finn followed Ben, the leader of the Warriors of the Light, toward the kitchen area.

The sound of fighting met his ears. Ben and Klaus took off down the hallway, pushing through the closed door. Finn and the other warriors skidded to a halt at what they saw. Ben’s mate, Miles, Astrid, and Miles’s cousin, Trevor, stood in an empty room littered with body parts. It would appear the little guys of the house didn’t need big strong protectors to keep them safe.

After Ben escorted a distraught Miles to his room and Klaus took Astrid upstairs to rest, Finn and the others started doing damage control on the house. They needed to get safeguards in effect immediately before nightfall. As it was now, they were sitting ducks should they get attacked again.

“What are we going to do, Quinn?” Finn asked the next in command.

“Not sure.” Quinn never looked at him just kept his gaze on Trevor. “I think once we get this all cleaned up we need to convene in the war room and discuss what happened here today.” Quinn dropped his head to his chest and ran a hand through his hair. Finn could feel the agitation rolling off the older man. “Miles hearing voices isn’t good. This could be some horrible trick by the enemy.”

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Finn nodded his head in agreement. Hearing voices was never a good sign, but no one said anything to Miles. “I couldn’t agree more.

But we need to focus on the present right now and what we’re going to do to keep Astrid safe. Those fuckers will come back. If the Warriors of the Dark are anything it’s persistent.”

“That they are.” Quinn rested a hand on his shoulder. “Finish up here then help gather the others. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.”

“You got it.” He turned to call for Lawson and Jensen to come with him when his cell phone chimed. He didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello?”

“Are you okay? I’m freaking out here.”

Logan’s voiced rushed across the line, and the stress piling up on his shoulders lifted just a bit. He was happy to hear from his mate, but now wasn’t the time. “Yeah, honey, I’m fine. But I have to ask, are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” Logan shouted into the receiver. “Fuck no, I’m not okay. Something really weird just happened to me, and I think it has to do with you.” There was a pause, and Finn could hear Logan clicking his tongue. “I literally felt pain and fear, but it wasn’t my own. I had an all-consuming need to get to you. What the hell is going on, Finn?”

Now that was the question every paranormal dreaded to hear from a human mate. Because it meant the talk was coming and ultimately the possibility of losing his mate. Finn wasn’t sure where to begin.

With everything that had taken place earlier, this conversation would have to wait.

“Logan, honey, I really want to discuss this with you. I really do, but I’m not sure I can tonight.” It was the truth. He was a warrior above all else, and he needed to help protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, namely Astrid. His sense of loyalty was wearing

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thin though. With every breath he took, his allegiance was starting to shift toward Logan and his safety, not the Warriors of the Light.

“Why not? Are you breaking up with me?” Logan’s voice took on