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Shane didn’t move and for a moment, I thought he was unfazed by his attitude. That or he was really freaking pissed. Damn it, why was Ethan being so stubborn? This isn’t how you were supposed to act when you were at the mercy of someone as vicious and cruel as Shane. My mate had never been captured before and I worried for him. I’d never seen him so hurt, so weak.

At Shane’s question, I hoped to hear that he wasn’t alone. I hoped that he would admit the others were nearby, just out of sight and that they were ready to fight to get him back. Shane lifted his knee and the bottom of his shoe connected with Ethan’s face. Ethan cursed and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

Shane dropped his head ever so slightly and lifted his arms. His fingers slid through his hair. He straightened his back and dropped his head back as he stared at the ceiling. A habit I came to understand was Shane trying to calm himself because he was close to the edge.