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Spots of color on her cheeks, though he could hear her heart beating like a s “I don’t fk”

“You,” he said, wanting to place his mouth over her pulse and suck, “I wouldn’t fk Not the first tiardless of the words he’d chosen, Honor wasn’t sure D about sex at all in that dark purr of a voice that was both theHe’d terrified Carmen with quiet, calculated menace, was feared by every other varound, her courage co from some hidden part of her she didn’t entirely understand

Maybe she’d collapse into a gibbering mess when she was alone, but she would not break in front of this vampire who’d looked at a forht an insect “If you want to knohat I found out, get the hell out of my personal space”

He didn’t move “Pity you’re not one of the bloodhounds”

“Scent,” she said, breath catching as she felt the faintest caress of black fur and dia her senses, “Sara told me you can lure with scent” It made her wonder how , to his bed with nothing but the intoxication of his ability “I’h it had just becoe

And Dhtest curve, he angled his head toward the elevators “Co her teeth, she forced herself to follow—though her heart threatened to punch out of her chest at the thought of being trapped in an elevator with him Unfortunately, escape wasn’t an option There was nowhere she could go in this city where he wouldn’t track her down

And he would, because she had what he needed The fact that he wanted to sleep with her was an adjunct, a diversion “Did your people discover anything else about the victi her spine as they reached the elevator

“He died perhaps a day before the head was discovered” Dark, dark eyes lingering on every curve and shadow of her face “You need to slon your pulse, Honor Or I’ll take it as an invitation And we both know just how s”

Her stoht You are a bastard” In the pit, one of the va into her bloodstreas pleasurable for the donor, forcing her to orgas rape of her senses that she couldn’t fight

She’d voust Ice-cold buckets of water thrown over her had been her punishment “I’d rather eat nails than let you near y, but I don’t have to forcehis ar, he waited “As you saw, it co to an to beep

No way in hell would she let hiain, it was the smile of a predator Without war rabbit has some spine left”

The doors whooshed shut

“How’s your face?” she asked, hand itching for a blade

He turned so she could see the cheek she’d cut The dark honey of his skin was smooth and ith health once ot the fact that he was as dangerous as a cobra watching its prey