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“Rayne…”
“No, Roux.” He pressed me harder into the glass, until there was no space left between me or him. “I can’t lose you. I won’t.”
“Rayne,please.”
A whimper sounded by my ear, right before a growl and suddenly, I wasn’t facing the glass anymore. Suddenly, I was looking at a pair of amber orbs, filled with lust and anger. “Rafe, forgive me.”
Air rushed from my lungs as he pushed me backwards until I slammed into the window. Then he was on me. His hand tangled in my hair. His teeth sharp against my neck. Another hand frantically unbuttoning my trousers until his fingers slipped through my aching folds.
“Rayne,” I cried, his name a goddamn prayer on my lips. “Kiss me.”
His mouth captured mine with a tenderness I hadn’t expected, given how he’d just attacked me. his lips were soft, and Gods, how I’d dreamt of their taste, of how they’d feel, how—
“Rayne, no!” Rafe shouted, before body slamming his twin.
Rayne’s growl was positively feral as he fell to the floor, his eyes wild and teeth snapping.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” Rafe growled as he wrestled Rayne on the floor, pinning his twin beneath him.
“Rafe, stop! You’re hurting him!” I went to push Rafe, but I paused when I saw the desperate longing in his eyes.
“Roux. Go.”
“I—”
“Just go!” he shouted. And I did. I left Rayne scrambling to reach me whilst his twin fought to hold him back. What the hell had just happened?
Chapter Thirty-Five
Magnus
Rouxcamerunningdownthe corridor with tears in her eyes. I tried to capture her, but she dodged my grip. I glanced at Atticus, and he looked just as puzzled as I did, and Thane just stared in Roux’s direction with curiosity. I had no idea what went through his head. I don’t think he was wired like the rest of us, not that I had anything against that, I just probably needed to take some time to figure him out.
“You go after Roux,” I said to Atticus, “and I’ll check on the twins.”
He gave me a nod and then headed in her direction, Thane following like a lost little puppy. I started in the direction that we’d come from, backtracking down the corridor, until I reached a sight that I never thought I’d see. Rafe had Rayne pinned in a headlock on the floor and both of them were straining against each other.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Trying to stop him from going after Roux,” Rafe said through gritted teeth.
“I need her,” Rayne gasped. “She’s mine.”
I stepped closer, trying not to make any sudden movements. The amber of Rayne’s eyes told me his beast was near the surface, trying to break free, and a large, angry Hell Hound was not something I wanted to meet right this moment.
“What happened? Why is he so feral?”
“I don’t know,” Rafe replied, grunting when his grip slipped, and Rayne managed to break free. “Catch him!”
I darted in front of him, using my vampire speed to put myself in his path. He slammed into me, and I stumbled back a step. “Rayne, you need to calm down.”
“No,” he spat, “she’s mine. I will have her.”
A scent of rose petals and vanilla hit my nose. “Can you smell that?”
Rafe sniffed the air near Rayne. “Shit. Is that…?”
“Amatorium. Who the fuck puts a love potion in a corridor?”
