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“Izzy! What are you doing?” Myel’s voice barely registered through the haze of decadent hunger Rook had instilled in me. It was Myel’s r@ging emotions through our bond which sl@mmed into me, jerking me back from Rook. “Myel!” I gasped. I should have felt ash@med or emb@rrassed or something, but I didn’t. Rook had been comforting me, helping me forget the h0rrors of my life, and he’d done it so very well. All I felt was bl!ssfully serene. I held out a hand to my bonded with a sloppy smile on my face. “Join us.” I wasn’t sure where that had come from, only that I wanted more of what I’d been having. And I had a suspicion that Rook and Myel together — a demon and my bonded — would nuke my mind. Myel blinked at me, stunned, confused, angry. Rook sighed. “Ah, so this is the one you’re bonded to?” He didn’t seem upset at being interrupted, nor particularly perturbed by me being bonded to a beastfolk. “Makes sense.” He c0cked his head. “And he’s pretty too.” Something brushed my mind, some outside thought, an image of the three of us…