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"You brought a dead body into a peace treaty??!" an alpha's mate shrilled.
All eyes glued to the frame Austin had dragged in. My eyes dart towards his face, his expression of disgust as he looked at the body tells me this was a person of interest and he must have used the word barrow before killing himself.
Blood seeped from underneath his body and unto the royal blue rugged floor.
Snapping into action, I push the crowd apart and run straight into his arms, like I would if he was my mate, my hands shoot out, turning and twisting him searching for any injuries.
"Are you okay? Were you hurt anywhere?" I ask.
He blinked, as if trying to fit the role of a dutiful mate.
"Yes I am. Sorry for worrying you." He gave me a tiny, barely there smile. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
"As long as you are fine."
