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Chapter Twenty-Two

Darlene

The opening of a doorwoke Darlene.

She’d learned long ago not to reveal to whoever was in the room that she was awake by lifting her eyelids only the tiniest amount.

The room she was in was not hers.It was sparsely decorated, but it was all masculine.The person who moved almost silently across the room was tall and broad, and dressed in a high-end sweatsuit.His dark hair looked shiny.Wet.

Magnus was back.

He walked over to look down at her, but he didn’t do anything, just stood there for several seconds.Then he sighed and retreated down the hall.Magnus and Mason’s deep voices teased her ears.She loved the sound of their voices.Dark rumbles that always did something strange to the pit of her belly.It made her hot for them.

Which was a bit confusing for her, because she associated sex with danger and pain.But she was also sure they would never hurt her.It left her uncertain.

She was, however, looking for some answers to some pointed questions.Hopefully, she’d still be alive at the end of the conversation.

She pushed herself up into a seated position, then got to her feet.She walked over to the room Magnus had disappeared into; the door stood wide open.

She knocked on the doorframe.When the two men turned to look at her, she said, “Hey.”

She looked over Magnus.Yup, his hair was wet.He’d had to have a blood-be-gone shower too.

The brothers looked at each other then back at her.

“Would you like to sleep some more?”Mason asked at the same time Magnus asked, “Would you like something to eat?”

The thought of food didn’t sit well with her stomach, so she said, “I would love a hot drink.Tea if you have it.”

“I’ll have a tray brought up,” Mason said, pulling out his cell phone.

“How are you feeling?”Magnus asked, gesturing at her to back out of the doorway.

“I’m...okay,” she said after a moment.“I have some questions, though.”

“Questions?”Magnus asked, herding her back to the couch with both hands, as if she were a baby goat.