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. I had to call back twice. Once that was over with, I canceled on my students by text and made my way into the kitchen to make a sandwich. Strange how I already seemed comfortable, as if it were home to me.
    I was about thirty minutes into my day of editing when exhaustion again caught up with me. Adrenaline wore away. That, coupled with the predawn wake-up battle, caused my eyelids to finally lose the inevitable fight. What I didn’t know was that I would sleep like a rock for the next twelve hours, missing my dinner date with Dean.
    Looked like my luck was right back down the pooper.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
    DEAN
     
    I’d walked away from Julie with a boner and my mind growling at me to run back and claim her. A thought of humping her leg like a dog passed through my mind, if she wasn’t willing to take me within her body. I soon shot that bloody thought down. Instead, I stalked out of my apartment and down the hall. I found myself turning back to the room over half a dozen times, to return to my jewel, but fought it, and finally slammed open the door to the meeting room.
    My hard gaze landed on Falcone and I pointed to him. He flinched. “You are fucking lucky you are my brother.”
    Warren suddenly stood from leaning against the wall. His hands went to his hips as he barked, “What the hell was all that, that fawning, growling and… shit, whatever the fuck you were doing to her?”
    “She’s mine,” I said simply with a shrug.
    “So, it doesn’t mean you had to act like a caveman.”
    “That’s the problem. I did and do. I have no way of stopping how I act around her. I hate the thought of another male touching her, comforting her, when it should be me, her mate, to do it. I could and would have easily slit Falcone’s throat if I hadn’t calmed down from her touch to my back. At least I was able to convince her I’m not a complete barbarian when I showed her to her room.”
    “Fuck,” Warren snarled.
    I actually smiled. “Good times ahead, my brothers, for you all.”
    “Never,” Warren clipped out.
    “No way in hell. I like sleeping around too much.” Connor paled.
    “I think that would detain me from my studies. I’m not sure I’d be happy about that.” Again, why was I concerned for Falcone?
    Because I’d had no control. I’d seen him between my mate and me, and I hadn’t liked it one bit. What I liked least was the fact that my jewel looked to Falcone for comfort, for help in the situation, and for protection.
    It seemed logic was thrown out the window and driven over a million times when it came to our mates. It wouldn't be hard to guess it was going to get me into trouble with Julie more than a few times.
    After our meeting, I went back to my apartment while Falcone went to his computers, and Warren and Connor headed into the streets to see what they could find about Kayne. What we needed was solid visual proof that it was our fifth brother, and then if it was, shit would soon fly.
    One could hope it was one of the many lackeys Kayne left on earth to seek vengeance for their lord, Decay. Ones we had been hunting for all these years. It would be easy for us if it were only them and not our brother.
    It had hurt enough sending him away the first time when he went crazy. I didn’t want to have to face him and do it again.
    Did that make me weak?
    Yes. When it came to our brother, a brother we couldn’t seem to help, we were weak, because no matter the search to find a cure for his madness, we couldn’t grasp one and save him from himself.
    We’d failed him.
    And that fucking killed us all each and every day. We couldn’t stop the destruction our brother unveiled on earth. All we could do was put him away.
    Shaking my head of depressing thoughts, I opened the door to my rooms. I smiled. I’d meant our rooms. As in mine and my mate’s. Mine and my jewel’s.
    I wanted to whirl around the room giggling with glee like a five-year-old girl.
    Damn it to hell. I was a goner. Balls,