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“I don’t mind,” Beckett said. “Kit? Are you okay with that?”

“Yes. I didn’t realize we would be so far out, though. It’s quite the drive, isn’t it?” Kit asked.

“We’re used to it.” Beckett shrugged. “It’s the trade-off of having so much land. Dragons need their space.”

“I see. Do you live here at the compound?” Kit asked.

“I do, yes. Every dragon in Hudson’s court lives here,” Beckett replied. “If it’s okay with Hudson and Connie, I can also introduce you around.”

“That would be great,” Kit said. “I don’t want to take up their time. It’s already bad enough I kind of inflicted myself on Hudson.”

“You did no such thing,” Hudson quickly reassured Kit. Last thing he wanted was for Kit to think that he was a burden. “We’re happy to have you here.”

“Absolutely.” Connie nodded vigorously. “Thrilled, in fact.”

Kit gave Connie a strange look but smiled nevertheless.

Beckett raised an eyebrow at Connie, who blushed.

Hudson cleared his throat. “Why don’t we show you your room? It’s not far from me. In fact, it’s in my wing of the house.”

“That would be great, thanks,” Kit said. “It’s getting late, and I’ve got work tomorrow. Shit. I’m going to need to stop by my apartment before I go in tomorrow, Beckett. I need to pack.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN –CONNIE

CONNIE’S DRAGON was thrashing around in excitement in his head. Silly thing didn’t seem to understand that just because Kit was in their territory it didn’t necessarily mean Kit was going to be in their bed quite yet.

Still, Kit was a hell of a lot closer than he’d been. And if he and Hudson had their way, Kit would never leave there. Okay, that sounded way scarier than he intended, but it didn’t change the fact that was how he felt.

Especially now that someone or something was targeting Kit again.

Connie didn’t understand why, though. Kit wasn’t a paranormal, wasn’t rich, didn’t move in high society, and wasn’t in politics. Not to sound like an ass, but Kit wasn’t anyone important.

So why stalk him?

Connie also couldn’t wrap his head around the possibility of a clone. While he agreed with what Hudson had said about Nox’s ability to create hybrids, this seemed too far-fetched.

But one thing he did know for sure? Kit was in danger. So it didn’t matter who or what was after their mate, they would need to die. And the sooner the better.

He and Beckett followed Hudson and Kit to the guest bedroom Hudson had mentioned, although Connie feverishly wished the three of them were piling into Hudson’s massive bed.

Hudson opened the door and stepped aside so Kit could see inside. Like the rest of the house, it was light and airy with several floor-to-ceiling windows. There was also an attached bath.

“This is nice,” Kit said, standing in the room, making a slow turn as he looked around. “Like a fancy hotel room.”

Connie caught the quick grimace that flashed across Hudson’s face before he quickly smoothed his features. Yeah, Connie agreed. A hotel room spoke of a temporary stay. That was not what they wanted, but it would have to do for now.

“Here, let’s exchange phone numbers,” Connie said. “I’m always here at the main house since I’m Hudson’s right hand. He and I will always be available to you.”

“Okay, sure.” Kit took out his cell phone. “I’m ready.”

Connie rattled off his phone number. A few seconds later his phone beeped. It was Kit calling him. Now he had Kit’s number too.

“You have my phone number and Beckett’s, right?” Hudson asked.

“Yes,” Kit said.

“What time do you want to leave in the morning?” Beckett asked.

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