Rafe had shared with him the presence of the man named Carl, and it sickened him the things he had done to countless women over the years. Vin couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened to their Fated had they not arrived when they did. Tamara’s sun-kissed skin rubbed against his as she brushed past him. And just like that, all thoughts of Carl fled his conscience. He and Rafe wanted to complete the bonding. They’d both begun the preparations that would make it easier for her to take them at the same time. Vin had no doubt she would be consumed with so much pleasure, she’d be begging for them. “You’re broadcasting there, my friend. You best be glad she isn’t connected to us just yet.” Rafe chuckled. “Tell me you aren’t thinking the same thing?” Vin stared at his best friend. Rafe’s eyebrows rose. It amazed Vin how much they resembled each other, yet how different they looked than the other Ravens.
