Flynn, Joyee - My Feisty Kitten [Purrfect Mates 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn Page A

the tone of his voice to something more commanding. “You will take care of our mate while I’m gone, right?”
    “Of course, just hurry home.”
    “Wait? What? Where are you going?” I sputtered after what they were saying sunk in.
    “I need to cross into my realm and warn everyone about what’s going on. I expect they’ll send me back with guards.” He said that last part with a frustrated sigh. “It won’t take me long, and I’m sure I’ll be back before you wake from your healing nap.”
    “What nap? I don’t like you going over—”
    “This nap, my feisty kitten,” Imogen said gently, interrupting me. He leaned over and brushed his lips over mine, and I felt the magic…and then nothing.

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    “I am going to kick his little fairy ass,” I groaned as I woke up. He fucking used his magic to knock me out! We needed to have a serious talk about that.
    “You were going to fight him about going, you both would have argued, and in the end, he would have still gone.” Aaron wrapped his arm around me tighter, and I realized we were lying in my room with the huge bed for all of us. “And you needed the rest, but we both know you wouldn’t have calmed down or let everyone handle things while you did.”
    “You don’t know me very well then,” I whispered as my eyes burned with tears. Listening to him and even some of what Imogen said yesterday made me sound like a control freak that always had to be in charge, always dominant, and a pain in the ass basically. I pulled away from him, ignoring his protests, and sat up. I hissed in pain but didn’t stop.
    “You’ve only been out for a few hours, Sasha,” he said with a sigh and moved off the bed with me. “Can’t you please go back to sleep? I’d like very much for you to heal and rest some more.”
    I thought about it for a minute, and it was a reasonable request even if he’d just hurt my feelings. “I’ll shower and get some more sleep after I get something to eat and talk to Trey. As long as I crawl into bed alone. Deal?”
    “What did I say that was so wrong?” he asked, hurt in his voice. I couldn’t look at him as I made my way slowly to the bathroom.
    “I just thought you knew me better,” I answered and shrugged my shoulders. It hurt because the zombie had tried to choke me with his arms and gotten his blood on my back. Hell, it fucking made me want to cry to swallow.
    He let me go, and I took a nice cool shower. My muscles screamed for hot water but given how sore and burnt my skin was, it so wasn’t happening. I’m sure I missed a few spots with my limited mobility, and the pain kept bringing tears to my eyes. I wished one of my mates was there to help me, take care of me, but I wanted some distance, too.
    They hurt me. It hurt that Aaron thought I was so controlling and Imogen seemed to think I was so unreasonable I would have fought him on going to warn his family. That wasn’t the person I was, and if they didn’t see that… What were they seeing in me?
    “Why does Aaron look like he just lost his best friend?” Trey asked from my bed as I walked out of the bathroom several minutes later after I’d finished and dried off.
    “Drop it,” I answered and shook my head. I wasn’t ready to put my feelings into words, and after everything Trey went through with his mates, I didn’t want to seem like a baby.
    “Okaay,” he drawled and handed me some shorts to put on that someone laid out. “You wanted to talk to me?”
    “Fill me in on what’s going on, please. I just need to know what happened and what I missed.”
    “Of course you do,” Trey replied, looking confused. “Did someone tell you that you couldn’t know? I mean, I figured I’d fill you in when you woke up.”
    “Did you know Imogen knocked me out with his magic?” I asked instead after a few moments. “He basically drugged me to sleep because he thought I’d throw a hissy fit or something to keep him from crossing the plane into his