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because embarrassment was beginning to set in. It plagued her while also reminding her of everything
she d been taught by her mother. She d assaulted the Southeast Itan. Uncle or not, she d gone after a
very powerful male and she didn t want to think about punishment for such an infraction.  Bane is& 
The thump of car doors shutting alerted them to someone s presence. The confrontation had
obviously masked their approach, but everyone was now aware of the approaching visitors.
 We can discuss your cousins& everything& later, Terrence murmured and then stepped around
her and a still shifted Keen.
People burst into movement then. They righted furniture and straightened clothes while someone
ran off to find something for Keen to wear. In moments, Anna reappeared with sweats and a T-shirt
for her son. As her mate dressed, she focused on Terrence speaking with George near the entryway.
George nodded and moved toward the front door while Terrence turned to the room at large.
 We ll do this outside. Jessa, with me.
That was the first time she noticed the woman cowering in a corner, her features hidden by a
curtain of hair. Isaac crouched nearby and extended his hand, assisting her from the ground. Her hands
shook, knees wobbling, but she approached Terrence despite her unease.
The Southeast Itan took her from Isaac s arms and led her away. As if their disappearance was
permission, they all filed after the couple.
Keen tugged his shirt into place and then held out his hand to her.  Ready?
 No. She had to be honest with that one.
 Too bad. Let s go.
She followed him for two steps and then stopped, tugging on his hand. He turned back to her and
she released the words growing in her chest.  Thank you for keeping me safe.
Keen raised their joined hands to his lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles.  Anything for
you, Tris. Anything.
* * *
Keen would do anything for her including destroying the two men who slithered from Quinn s
vehicle.
Adrenaline still rushed through Keen s veins, pulsing and throbbing in time with his heart and the
bear was more than willing to simply end Quinn s and Malcolm s lives if given the chance.
They stepped outside in enough time to see the cocky, slick smile fall from the men s faces. Fear
coated Quinn s features while a sneer overtook Malcolm s. Both men were disgusting, poor excuses
for bears. Keen admitted and accepted guilt for the mistakes he made as a teen, but these men had
carried their hatred and disgust in their hearts year after year.
 Quinn, Malcolm. The Southeast Itan released Jessa and crossed his arms over his chest.  What
can I do for you?
 Itan Jensen. Quinn tilted his head to the side and dropped his gaze. A little past submissive and
on to disgusting in Keen s opinion.  What are you doing here?
Ooh, good question, wrong tone.
Terrence s response was swift and cutting.  Visiting my niece, Trista. Malcolm gasped, his eyes
widening, smirk falling away. Terrence kept speaking, ignoring the male.  The better question is what
are you two doing here and why are you intent on causing a disruption in this clan.
 Terrence, Malcolm spoke and even Keen recognized that use of the Southeast Itan s first name
was not smart.
Trista curled into him, her body reminding him that she played a part in his drama. It d been his
enemy who set them on the path that ended the previous night. Or had it? They still had Reid locked in
the basement and he hoped Terrence would handle that matter before he left as well.
 Oh, you don t get to speak. The Southeast Itan pointed at two suited guards and gestured at the
two men.  Hold them.
Both males struggled, but the much larger men held them with ease. With that, Terrence traveled
down the steps, pausing long enough to assist Jessa down.
 You two, as well. The Southeast Itan captured Keen s gaze for a moment and the bottom of his
stomach dropped.
He didn t want to relive this. Not again. Trista squeezed his hand and he sighed. He didn t want
to, but with Trista, for Trista, he would.
The path to the males parted and their small group moved forward until the four of them stood
before Quinn and Malcolm.
From there, the power that existed inside Terrence Jensen overrode everything. With the coldest
voice he d ever heard from anyone, the Itan spoke.  Quinn Foster, you re charged with negligence,
falsifying clan records, impersonating a member of the inner-circle, and abuse of a member of the
ruling family. Do not think about pleading not guilty. Your only option is to plead for mercy.
 But, I didn t Falsifying? Impersonating? Abuse?
The seething fury that whipped through the air nearly brought Keen to his knees.
 Jessa is here to affirm she never spoke a word about a plot against you. In fact, she has publicly
and readily forgiven Keen for what transpired all those years ago. Jessa wants to come home and I
have granted her permission to do so. As to the others, do you deny that you ve relied on first Trista s
mother s help with your job? And then Trista herself? Do you deny orchestrating the attack on Trista?
Do you deny any of it?
Quinn made the stupid mistake of opening his mouth and then Terrence was there, face against the
cowering male s, his temper swirling around the two men like a midnight tornado intent on destroying
everything in its path.  Think before you speak. I will cut you down where you stand without
hesitation.
Quinn whimpered and clamped his lips together.
It was wrong of Keen to wish for the man to speak, to make the mistake of uttering a single sound
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