“What the fuck were you thinking?” His snarl was low. Furious. Feral. I didn’t know if he was talking to me, or to Jasper. My chest tightened. He was going to reject me. “Get my mate out of this prison now.” His eyes were shifting. Heating. Burning. It took a moment for the words to register. Get my mate out. My mate. He was talking to Jasper. About me. Calling me his mate. The tension in my stomach eased slightly. The guys were right. He was still mine. I stepped forward, and August took a breath in. A deep breath. Like he wanted to fill his lungs with the scent of me. “Fireball.” His voice
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