Temp looked confused. “So it didn’t hurt Glory when you changed her?”
Ryan’s cheeks flushed. No fucking way he was telling her brother that it had been far from pain his mate had felt. “Nope.”
“But Hope, she was hurt.”
“Yeah. And not just by the bite.”
“Fucker. I am so glad he’s dead.” Temp sighed. “Ryan?”
“Yeah?”
Temp took a deep, cleansing breath.
Ryan prepared himself for what he knew was coming. Glory, he felt, would approve.
“Bite me.”
Ryan nodded, and silently gave his brother-in-law his wish.
Glory closed the curtain as her brother bit back a scream. Ryan would take care of Temp, just like he took care of her.
She smirked as she made her way to her bed. Their bed.
Okay, maybe not quite the way her mate took care of her. And when he crawled into bed with her half an hour later, Glory made sure she showed Ryan that she could take very good care of him.