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I’ll still be able to smell him on you.” Honor raised her left hand, curled into a fist with the back of her hand facing Max and Darin. Coolly and very quietly she ticked off her points on her fingers as she replied. “One, let me repeat nothing in this room can be called yours, least of all me. Two, what I do and with whom I do it is not, and never shall be, any of your goddamned business. Three, there will be no alpha mating at the next howl because I do not chose to mate right now.” She ignored the protest between her legs and continued. “And four, remove your hands from my desk before I remove them from you. Understand?”
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    Silence fell between them, brief, tense and marked by the meeting of two gazes, one brown and chill, one green and maddened. But it ended abruptly when the door to the office opened again and another male voice rang out in the now-crowded room.
    “If I were you, I would do what the lady says, Major. Somehow I doubt she’s joking.”
    Honor never broke her stare with Darin, but her jaw shifted and clenched.
    “The next one to walk into my office without knocking will find himself decorating the floor in front of my fireplace.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Logan’s lip twitching. “That sounds kind of nasty, Darin. I think I’d back off if I were you.”
    “That promise wasn’t made exclusively to Darin.”
    “Maybe not, but he’s the one who’s going to have to defend himself from both sides in about thirty seconds if he doesn’t back off.” What started in a reasonable and slightly amused voice had become decidedly serious by the end of that statement. Honor clenched her teeth to keep herself from screaming. If she’d been human, she probably would have screamed a split second later when Darin obeyed orders by removing his hands from her desk, but then ruined the moment of sanity by swinging around and launching himself straight for Logan’s throat.
    The force of Darin’s attack forced Logan back through the door to the office and down the front steps of the small cabin that housed it. The two figures landed on the ground in the bare front yard, teeth snapping and hands clawing as Darin made the stupidest decision of his life and challenged a man who was 72

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    not only stronger and faster than him, but also a hell of a lot smarter. As evidenced by the very attack itself.
    Instead of screaming, Honor roared and leapt up out of her chair and over her desk to launch herself after the two combatants. By the time she found herself in the yard with them, she could already see blood, though she couldn’t be sure whose it was, and the sounds of vicious growls and snarls seemed to echo in the air around them. If she’d had a water hose, she’d have turned it on the two of them, but as it was, all she could do was stand on the sidelines and recite every curse she’d ever heard and a few new ones she had just made up herself. Necessity being the mother of invention and all.
    She heard the sound of Max thundering outside right behind her and braced herself for impact just before he skidded to a halt beside her.
    “Holy shit! They’re totally throwing down. Right here!”
    “This is not WWE, Max.” She figured if she clenched her jaw any harder it would shatter, but hey, she could still get the words out. “And I’m going to kill one of them if they don’t cut this out in the next ten seconds.”
    “Gotcha. One. Two. Three—”
    Honor howled then, not a happy sound, and leapt for the struggling figures.
    She landed on top of Darin’s back and tried to yank the two men apart. When she couldn’t do that, she sank her teeth deep into Darin’s side and tugged. That at least got his attention. He snarled something obscene but mostly unintelligible and backhanded her across the face with casual force. A human might have been killed by the force of the blow snapping her fragile little neck, but Honor was neither