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Mason’s voice echoed through the night. “Emma, keep your pregnant ass in the ambulance. If I see it outside, I will bite it and tie it up.” “You promise, my mate?” she teased. “Don’t tempt me, love. I am naked.” Emma stuck her head out the back of the truck, eyes rimmed with gold, and searched the crowd. “That’s not helping me stay in here, mate.” “Realized that after I said it. Pretend I didn’t say anything.” “Yeah, right, mutt,” she mumbled and returned to the injured in the ambulance. Aria hoped her relationship with Trevan was as blessed as Emma and Mason’s seemed to be. She remembered Trevan’s words from earlier: now he had something to fight for. She hurried back to the front line, eager to end this and take her mate somewhere private. Katana in hand, she sliced through neck
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