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Nor did his violence

That her gift had helped hi fortune, and the power that came with it, ht about giving hi bowl?

How many times had she dreaded that her visions would one day prove incorrect?

But she hadn’t deceived him, not once

And, thankfully, her visions had never been wrong

Either of those failings would come at the cost of innocent lives Not her own, but the people she cared about most in the world The only family she had left now

It was those precious lives she held close in her heart as she walked over to the cabinet across the rooold bowl she would need for her reading downstairs In reality, her gift would awaken when she peered into any standing pool of liquid, but Massioni insisted she use the ridiculous carnival fortune-teller’s style bowl for dra

Cradling the shallol in her palms, she drew the empty vessel out of the cabinet Her own face stared back at her in the reflection on the polished gold basin--but that wasn’t all

Behind her stood the ominous shape of someone else

A man

Tall, iear

Bella sucked in a startled breath

Fear streaked through her, but before her shriek could rip up the back of her throat, a broad palm came up to cover her rasp, thudding onto the thick rug Muscular arered on her high-heeled sandals, drawn helplessly against the un, very male body

Not Massioni’s This wasn’t any of the other h there was no question that theher in his unbreakable hold was Breed

"Don’t screarowled coled senses like a caress

He knew her name How? Who the hell was he? Where had he coht to break free, but he didn’t let go He was etting her anywhere All her grunts and cries for help were snuffed by the hand still sealed firmly across her lips

Trapped, she could only stand there, her breath rushing out of her nose in panicked gusts while terror wrapped around her heart like a vise