My sister frowns in confusion. "I don't see why we can't uncomplicate it. You've found your mate, what do you mean 'she belongs to Jace?' Is she Jace's mate?"
"No," I snarl, slamming my fists on the floor, feeling my beast make itself known again.
Kayden sighs heavily. "She's his slave."
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