“I’m glad you didn’t. I think you needed to see me beat my brothers as much as I needed to beat them. You were right. I’m stronger than I think.”

He softened a little more and leaned into me. “Aye.”

“Do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Let my brothers get up?” Even if it was kind of nice to see them get their asses handed to them, I couldn’t let them squirm on the ground forever.

“Aye.” Donovan gave them a microscopic nod, and the tension in the room started to fade.

My brothers slowly got up, helping each other up as they shook off the last of Donovan’s power.

“What’s all this about you almost dying in Santa Fe?” Miles was the first one to speak.

“It was a close call,” I answered without looking away from Donovan.

“How close?” Max asked.

“Too close,” Donovan said.

I caught movement in the corner of my eye and turned in time to see my brothers conferring without speaking. This was bad. Nothing good came of them teaming up on anything. Especially when I was involved.

Max nodded at Miles. “Tomorrow we start at four,” he said with a finality that I did not appreciate in the least.

“What? No. Did you not get that I just beat you? All of you.” There was no way I was getting up that early. I might as well not even go to bed. It was inhumane.

“Tomorrow we’ll bring in more of the pack, too. We’ll make sure they’re very respectful.” Max was talking about me, but he was looking at Donovan. “You’re with Donovan now. There’s no telling what you might walk into. You need to be prepared. The more Wayfarers in on it, the better.”

Oh, for the love… “No.” I stormed to the door and swung it open so hard that it ripped from the hinges. I tossed it behind me—hoping it’d hit one of the morons—and kept on going as they laughed. “You guys can eat a dick. I’m not waking up at three-thirty in the morning so that we can start training at four. No way in hell.”

“Where are you going?” Matt called after me.

“None of your damned business.” I was going to shower, but they didn’t need to know that.

Donovan stayed back with my brothers. Their voices echoed down the hall as they talked about the door I’d broken.

The door’s hinges are ripped in two. You’re putting up a big show for only being a little annoyed. Donovan said through our bond.

If breaking a door meant my brothers would leave me alone, then the whole house would be doorless by morning. They’re threatening to wake me up at three-thirty. I’m more than a little annoyed.

He laughed. Don’t worry. No one is waking you up.

I wouldn’t mind if it were you… And for a different kind of workout, I said in my sexiest voice. Or I hoped it was my sexiest voice. I could’ve just sounded silly.