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“Can you handle this? Can you handle this?” Suddenly a man’s voice was coming out of her throat, a man’s voice was sneering at him. “Can you can handle this?”

John struggled to throw her off, but she was clamped on to him, and the fucking wouldn’t stop.

“Do you think you can handle this? Do-you-think-you-can-handle-this? Doyouthinkyoucanhandlethis?” The male voice was screaming now, roaring out of the female’s face.

The knife came at John from over her head—only she was a man now, a man with white skin and pale hair and eyes the color of fog. As the blade flashed silver, John reached up to block it, but his arm wasn’t heavy with muscle anymore. It was thin, emaciated.

“Can you handle this, warrior?”

With a graceful slice, the dagger landed square in the middle of his chest. A blazing pain lit off from where it penetrated him, the violent burning sluicing through his body, ricocheting around inside of his skin until he was alive with agony. He gasped for breath and choked on his own blood, choked and gagged until he could get nothing into his lungs. Flailing around, he fought against the death that was coming for him—

“John! John! Wake up!”

His eyes popped wide. His first thought was that his face hurt, though he had no idea why, because he’d been stabbed in the chest. Then he realized his mouth was stretched open, accommodating what would have been a scream if he’d been born with a voice box. As it was, all he was doing was letting out a steady stream of air.

Then he felt the hands…hands were pinning his arms. Terror returned, and in what was for him an awesome surge, he threw his little body off the bed. He landed face-first, his cheek skidding on the low-napped carpet.

“John! It’s me, Wellsie.”

Reality came back at the sound of the name, shaking him free of the hysteria like a slap.

Oh, God… It was okay. He was okay. He was alive.

He launched himself into Wellsie’s arms and buried his face in her long red hair.

“It’s all right.” She pulled him into her lap and stroked his back. “You’re home. You’re safe.”

Home. Safe. Yes, after only six weeks this was home…the first he’d ever had after growing up in Our Lady’s orphanage and then living in hovels since he was sixteen. Wellsie and Tohrment’s was home.

And he wasn’t just safe here; he was understood. Hell, he’d learned the truth about himself. Until Tohrment had come and found him, he hadn’t known why he’d always been different from other people or why he was so scrawny and weak. But male vampires were like that before they went through the transition. Even Tohr, who was a full-fledged member of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, had apparently been small.

Wellsie tilted John’s head up. “Can you tell me what it was?”

He shook his head and burrowed deeper into her, holding on to her so hard he was surprised she could still breathe.

Zsadist materialized in front of Bella’s farmhouse and cursed. Someone had been in the place again. There were fresh tire tracks through the powdered snow in the driveway and footprints to the door. Ah, shit… There were a lot of footprints, so many back and forth to whatever car had been parked there that it looked as if things were being moved out.

This made him anxious, like little bits of her were disappearing.

Holy hell. If her family dismantled the house, he didn’t know where he would go to be with her anymore.

With a hard eye, he stared at the front porch and the long windows of the living room. Maybe he should pack up some of her stuff for himself. It would be a bastard thing to do, but then, he wasn’t above being a thief.

Once again, he wondered about her family. He knew they were aristocrats of the highest social order, but that was about it, and he didn’t want to meet them to find out more. Even on his best day, he was shit-awful with people, but the situation with Bella made him dangerous, not just nasty. No, Tohrment was the liaison with her blood ties, and Z was always careful not to run into them.

He went around the back of the house, entered through the kitchen, and turned off