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the hinges. He swept the room with his gaze, instantly noting that it was essentially a large, cement shower room. Concrete floor and walls, big drain in the center, a shower head on a long hose. There were chains bolted into a wall.
    The door had slammed into the man with the knife, knocked him cold. Both the man and door were on the ground.
    The witch slumped in the manacles, moaning softly and bleeding profusely from gaping cuts.
    At least six or seven of them.
    The sweet and spicy scent of her blood saturated Ram’s entire body. His veins swelled and heated until he could almost smell his own body cooking with the need.
    Witch blood. It would cool the burn. Give him so much fucking power …
    “No.” He shook his head once and shoved the knife in his hand into the holster. He strode to the witch hunter, wrenched him over to his back and smiled coldly.
    The bastard’s own knife was stuck in his heart. Somehow when the door hit him, the force of it shoved the knife he’d been cutting the witch with into his chest and killed him. That was some damn fine justice. Ram glanced down at the man’s palm and saw his lifelines.
    He died with his soul. He was their god, Wing Slayer’s, problem now.
    Lifting his gaze, he went to the witch. Too close ! His brain warned, but he couldn’t just leave her hanging there. Ignoring the warning, he grabbed the chains and snapped them with his hands.
    Freeing her from the wall.
    She only wore panties. He ripped off his bloody shirt and wrapped it around her, trying to cover the cuts. Then he lifted her gently.
    She moaned again and that was the last thing he heard as her blood touched his skin. A buzz filled his head, energy and pleasure crackled through him. His muscles seized with an internal orgasm so strong, he shivered beneath the wild bliss and strength. He soared so high, so…
    “Goddamnit!” The roar from the doorway penetrated the awesome ride. He whipped his head around, saw Axel, and a ferocious possessiveness ripped through him. Mine. The witch blood is mine . He felt a growl rumble up from his chest.
    “No more. Let me die, just kill me,” the woman in his arms sobbed.
    He dropped his gaze and saw brown eyes staring up at him with hopeless resignation edged with unending horror.
    That horror was reminiscent of the way his grandfather had looked at him all those years ago when Ram’d attacked the witch at fifteen.
    “Take her, Axel!” He bellowed the command.
    Axel was pulling the witch from his arms before he’d finished the words.
    Ram wanted to kill him. Needed to kill him and take her back. He fought the madness of the curse, turned and got the hell out of there.
    Before he became the rogue he was committed to fighting.

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    “You aren’t going,” Eli blocked her path to the garage. He stood in his stubborn stance, legs wide, arms crossed, eyes glinting dangerously. “Get it through your head, Ginny. Ram doesn’t need you, he needs his mate. Shayla. This will force him to go after her.” Ginny had never met the witch and hated her with a green-tinged bile that made her want to hurl. Sigh…jealousy. Another emotion for her dad to steal from her. “I heard Axel tell you that Ram is in bad shape. He doesn’t have time to search for Shayla. I’m going.” She was strong, but then, so was Eli. Who would win if it came to a true test?
    “He can find a woman for sex to ease the bloodlust. He doesn’t need you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Is that what you want? Just to be another woman to him?” She dropped her shoulders. She had told Eli everything her father said, but her brother just wasn’t grasping the situation. “Don’t you get it yet, Eli? It doesn’t matter what I want. It never did. My bastard father only let me have a brother like you, a brother I would die for, so he could use you to control me. He won. I’m going to Ram.” She shoved him aside and strode to the garage.
    “Gin, damn it. You’ll ascend, and then we’ll both be screwed