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open his mouth. Ifan gave the barest shake of his head. Unless they
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went after Misha, there was nothing Felix or his goon could do to
him.
And he didn t think Felix would be stupid enough to harm Misha
physically. Torturing Misha mentally was much more Felix s style.
He could see it happening right before him when the horror on
Misha s face matched the fear rolling off of him.
I m fine, Misha. Ifan growled when Felix yanked on his hair
again. He d shred the man from end to end the first chance he got.
No talking to each other, Felix snapped. I will know if you
do.
Fuck you! Ifan said.
You re not my type. Felix laughed harshly. But, apparently,
you re Misha s type. And that s really too bad because Mikhail is
Hugo s type. I ve been promising Mikhail to Hugo for a long time
now. I would so hate to disappoint him.
Touch a hair on Mikhail s head, and I will enjoy killing you
slowly.
Let s see what Hugo has to say about that, shall we?
Ifan crashed back to the floor as Felix shoved away from him. He
rolled onto his back just in time to see Hugo coming at him. Ifan
knew he didn t have much chance of fighting Hugo with his hands
tied behind his back. He d have to shift.
Ifan gritted his teeth and readied himself for the pain he knew was
coming. With all of his strength, he tugged on the ropes. He was
suddenly yanked to his feet. Ifan growled when he got a good look at
the man holding him by the arms.
Hugo was an average-looking man except for the huge size of his
body and the demented look in his eyes. Ifan wasn t even sure if the
man was sane. The maniacal laughter coming from Hugo suggested
otherwise.
The moment they were face-to-face, Ifan went into action. He
wasn t about to let Hugo get a lead on him. Ifan brought his head back
then slammed his forehead into Hugo s face as hard as he could.
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His head throbbed with pain, but he had the satisfaction of hearing
a loud crunch. Hugo cried out, and the arms holding him fell away.
Ifan braced himself and shifted. He roared when pain lanced through
his shoulders.
The more he shifted, the more pressure he felt on his wrists until
he thought they were breaking in two. Ifan heard a loud pop and knew
one of his shoulders was dislocated. A moment later, the other
shoulder popped and he roared even louder.
His eyes darkened, and his canines dropped down. His skin
rippled as fur began to sprout up and he started to move into his tiger
form. Suddenly, the rope holding his wrists together snapped and
Ifan s arms fell free. He cried out in pain as they fell forward and
dangled uselessly at his sides.
Ifan stopped his shift long enough to find the nearest doorframe.
He gritted his teeth and rammed his shoulder into the solid wood
frame. Stars exploded behind his eyelids as pain radiated out from his
shoulder and hit every nerve in his body.
He had to take several deep breaths before moving on to the other
shoulder, doing the same thing. This time, Ifan almost dropped to the
floor from the pain. He couldn t remember feeling that much pain
before, and he had lived a lot of years.
When Ifan could finally breathe again without agony shooting
through his body, he turned to glare across the room at Hugo. The
man had a cloth held to his nose as he tipped his head back, trying to
stem the flow of blood from his broken nose.
Ifan quickly scanned the room but found it empty except for him
and Hugo. Misha and his father were nowhere in sight. Ifan didn t
start to worry until he saw the front door standing wide open.
Where s my mate? he asked as he looked back at Hugo.
Hugo lowered his head to look at Ifan. He looked ridiculous with
blood splattered down his white shirt and a handkerchief held to his
face. Ifan wasn t interested in laughing, though. He was interested in
finding his mate.
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Tell me where Misha is, and I won t kill you.
Misha?
Mikhail, you dummy. Now tell me where he is.
The snort that came from Hugo was muffled and painful
sounding.
Does that mean I have to beat it out of you? Ifan asked.
Ifan grinned.
Hugo paled.
Do you actually know who I am? Ifan had to know. Hugo was a
human. Granted, he was a large human, but he was still a human.
Like I give a shit who the hell you are, Hugo said. You can t
make me tell you anything.
Ifan cracked his knuckles as he clenched them. I m going to
enjoy this.
The second he took a step toward Hugo, the man backed up,
holding his hand in front of him as if to ward Ifan off. It was pretty
laughable considering Hugo liked to portray himself as such a bad
guy.
Wait, wait, Hugo said.
Ifan paused.
Felix took Mikhail back to his house.
And I should believe you why? This just seemed way too easy
to him.
You broke my fucking nose, man.
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