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hand off of him and launching out of bed before anyone could stop him. “Tell me where he is!”
    “Aslan, do you remember what happened?” Raith asked him, keeping his voice soft and even as though coaxing a frightened child.
    “You’re covered in blood. You were screaming when we got here like you were in pain. Don’t you remember?” For big bad warriors, they were really freaking dense. “I hit my head on the nightstand. Torren healed me. He would never, ever hurt me.” He felt it with conviction right down to his soul. “He says he doesn’t love me, but that doesn’t mean he would hurt me.”
    The three men shared confused looks. “How can he love you?” Raven asked. “He doesn’t even know you.” Aslan shrugged. It was the same thing Torren had said to him, but he knew his mate was just scared. There was something that sparked between them every time they were together. The feeling was more intense and combustible than anything Aslan had ever felt in his life.
    He’d overreacted and panicked. That was stupid. He’d know better next time.
    Whatever was between him and Torren wasn’t some silly love-at-first-sight crap like they told in fairy tales. It was much deeper than that. He didn’t understand it, didn’t know where this certain knowledge came from that they were destined for one another. And though it was true that he’d spent only hours in Torren’s presence, it was as though he’d known the man for a lifetime.
    “He loves me. He just won’t admit it.” The men exchanged those annoying looks again. “Why were you screaming?” Demos asked cautiously.
    Aslan paused, unsure how much he should share. They’d probably just think him insane like everyone else did. However, if it got them to stop talking about Torren like he was the bad guy, then he’d deal with their skepticism. “The voices in my head were hurting me.”
    Everyone just nodded as though that sort of thing happened every day. “Torren told us about the…voices.” Raven shook his head and frowned. “You were hurting yourself, Aslan. You were beating your damn head, and he was just sitting there.” He didn’t remember much about what had happened before he’d passed out, but he distinctly remembered Torren standing from the bed. “He was about to help me when you ran in here. I saw him standing up to come to me. You stopped him.” He spat the last part in accusation. Aslan appreciated that they all cared about him and wanted to protect him, but he didn’t need saving from Torren. “Where is he?”
    Raith was looking at him all funny, and Aslan didn’t like it. It made him feel weird, like a specimen under a microscope. “Aslan, I want you to do something for me.”
    Aslan eyed him suspiciously. “What do you want me to do?”
    “Just trust me.” When Aslan only arched an eyebrow at him, Raith sighed and bobbed his head. “Do this, and then I’ll bring Torren to you.”
    “Okay.” Why hadn’t the guy just said so in the first place? “What do I do?”
    “I want you to close your eyes and think about Torren.” Well, that was easy. He always thought about Torren.
    “I want to ask you a couple of questions. First, how do you feel when Torren isn’t with you? Do you feel tired or weak? Do you feel depressed? Maybe your stomach feels kind of jittery.” Aslan nodded, his eyes still closed. “Yes. I feel all of that.” He didn’t know where this was going, but he hoped that Raith got on with it. He really wanted to find his mate. Torren was sad. He wouldn’t tell anyone, but Aslan could feel it.
    “Torren hasn’t claimed you, right?”
    “No, he said we needed to talk first, and that he can’t love me.” Which was a lie. Torren already loved him. He was just a stubborn asshole and wouldn’t admit it. Aslan could feel that, too.
    “Tell me what Torren is feeling right now.” Aslan heard the vampires gasp, but he ignored them, focusing his full attention on Torren. “He’s sad because he