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"Not so good with the hand-to-hand"

"It was hisbreeze blew her hair into her face, and Con barely resisted the urge to brush it back "He relied on his aih on physical coer into her boot "I don’t have one"

"If you believe that, then delusion is your weakness"

"Aren’t you a smarty-pants," she said crisply "Fine My weakness is that I’" He doubted that, and noanted to kick hiht want her blood so badly because she was a succubus It ht not be her blood at all--it could be her phero addiction

Unless…

"What is your succubi requirement?" he snapped

Her raven eyebrows popped up "Uh… sex?"

"No, I mean, what is it you steal or cause?"

She jammed her hands on her hips "Well, I don’t steal souls, if that’s what you’re asking I don’t do anything"

Oh, she did so, whether or not she knew it

A hiss, like the sound frohtlash’s body dissolved He waited until the noise died away before asking, "How long before you’ll need sex?" "Not long And all … made him twitch It couldn’t be jealousy He’d never experienced that before Not over a fe definitely torqued his teer seat with his jaw set so tight he practically had to pry it open to talk after he settled behind the wheel

"We’ll figure so out, but on’t have ine "The Carceris will be looking for you in all your haunts, but you can bet your ass that they’re investigatingbefore they find out where I live" He had two residences--hopefully they’d check out his apartment first "We should have ti her off to one of her brothers Sin didn’t see off into space and absently rubbing her breastbone "Hey, you okay?"

She blinked "Of course I a it Her own assassins were trying to kill her, take her job, and unless she had ice water in her veins instead of blood, it had to bother her And he knew daood and well her blood ran hot, not cold

"Does your chest hurt?"

"A little It’s a dull ache frori able to sense so as Sin fished a cell phone frouys" She paused, said into the phone, "Lycus What’s going on?"

Con’s dha sharpened, enhanced, and homed in on the conversation

"You’re out in the open You’re a target, Sin" Thein the passenger seat with Sin

Fuck that The guy would have to sit in the box section of the rig Strapped to the gurney "No shit" Her voice lowered, and she turned away, as if she didn’t want Con to hear "Where are you?"

"The den Waiting for you"

Okay, strapped to the gurney and dead Con gnashed his teeth, annoyed at his own reaction There was no reason to be jealous, no matter how sleazy this Lycus idiot sounded

"Who all is after me?"

There was a pause, and then a low purr rumbled over the airwaves "Come back to the den, Sin Swear to mate me, and I’ll make sure they’re called off" Son of a--Con bit back a curse as his entire body jerked, and the a back into the right lane, ignoring Sin’s glare He didn’t give a shit what Sin did, who she "mated" with, or what she did with her assassin business But this Lycus fker was blacke of her nad, beneath a well-muscled body didn’t bother hier, and Con waited for her to tell the bastard off with her usual sharp tongue So he nearly fell over when she said tiredly, "I said no"