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Blue’s head hurt like hell. Ramming your skull into a Hummer will do that. Olivia and Francesca were arguing. He cracked an eyelid and tried to focus on both women. Francesca had her hands on her hips, and Olivia’s arms were crossed over her chest. Anger and confusion seeped from her pores.
“Why is my mate upset?” Blue growled.
Both women looked in his direction.
Olivia rushed to his side, placing a hand lightly on his temple. “You were out like a light, big guy.”
“For how long?”
“A few hours. You rammed your head into a Hummer. Blue, you scared the s**t out of me.”
“Where are we?”
He didn’t recognize where they were, but it smelled horrible. A myriad of scents assaulted his nose. The most prevalent was Olivia’s. The mixture of her sweet-smelling skin and her erratic emotions. H
