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    “It’s far too late for that, Rob… way too late,” Isis ominously says. She wheels me around, but I wrench my head, trying to get a glimpse of my Beast. Robbie blocks my view of the man and I whine. Isis’ sadistic laugher radiates down her hand and vibrates my arm.
    The labyrinth of hallways flashes by in a blur as I’m led by Isis. Robbie is next to me , pulling a shocked Essie down the hall. We’re both going to have bruises tomorrow. I don’t know why Robbie is so wicked pissed. I’m an adult. Why can he play in there and I can’t? I just won’t look at him.
    Essie and I are propped against the wall like criminals. Robbie is glowering and Isis looks predatory. Mr. Kline said I should avoid her, too. I think Mr. Kline is always right.
    “Essie, I swear to God, I’m going to beat the living shit out of you later,” Robbie threatens. He looks at me and bares his teeth. “What the fuck is on your neck?”
    My hand guiltily flies to my choker , instinctively hiding the tag. Isis swats my hand away. Her blood-red talons turn the tag over and she doesn’t look surprised by what’s on the other side. She merely arches a perfectly manicured black eyebrow at Robbie and waits for his reaction.
    “That wasn’t on her neck earlier,” she enthusiastically sings.
    My brother looks at the tag and blows up. Robbie literally sucks in air and forcefully blows it out in a torrent. If I thought Robbie was pissed before, now I have no idea what to call the level of anger radiating off my usually pleasant brother.
    “Hmm… I like you all protective. It turns me on, Rob. It’s a side of yo u I didn’t know existed,” Isis seductively purrs as she runs her talons up and down my brother’s bare chest. I don’t know what she’s talking about- it goes right over my head. Huh? All I know is that Robbie is well acquainted with those scary-ass nails. He shivers and holds Isis’ hawk-like gaze.
    “Whose idea was this?” Robbie spits out. I don’t know if he is talking of the club or the choker, but his brown eyes return to my throat.
    “It’s for Willow’s protection, I’m sure. She didn’t have it earlier when I met her. Come on, Rob, let the girls have fun in the club.” Isis gives Robbie a shove, and then returns her gaze to me. “Don’t stay out too late, ladies. I’m sure Augustus would be pissed if you got into too much trouble.” Isis’ warning is layered in threat. Threat of what Mr. Kline would do to me if I got into too much trouble.
    I watch m y brother’s back as he angrily stalks away from me. Robbie never even said happy birthday to me. Tears prickle my eyes and my lip quivers.
    “Ah, don’t get upset, Willow. ” Isis tries for words of comfort. I know she means them, but coming from someone who can only be described as scary-sexy, it sounds disingenuous. “Rob will get over it soon enough. It’s hard to see your little sister for the real person she is. I know all about that, sweetheart,” she grumbles and rolls her onyx eyes. “Robin can’t keep you as a child forever, even in his mind. Come back again when he isn’t here and I’ll let you in the back room. You can watch. I know there is someone back there you’d watch forever. You’re perfect.” Isis smiles in anticipation and runs one long, crimson fingernail along my quivering bottom lip.
    I hiss when Isis kisses me on the mouth. She takes advantage of my shock and her tongue mingles with mine. Her fingernails rake over my chest and I feel what Kieren didn’t make me feel- fire. I moan into Isis mouth and lean my chest into her sharp nails. I fall limp against the wall as Isis chuckles at me.
    “You , too, Essie, come back again real soon. Willow and Robbie are cut from the same cloth. But you, baby, are just like me,” Isis says with pride. She swaggers down the hall until she catches up with Robbie. Isis smacks Robbie’s ass and the sound fills the hallway. He doesn’t make a noise, but I know it had to hurt.
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