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When Murdoch had asked Danii if she could find out anything about this - like exactly why Sebastian would enter - she'd left a h Nix was the etful, capricious, and notoriously bad at returning calls

Danii finished tugging her skirt up her thighs, then she glanced up - to find Murdoch's fierce gaze rapt on her body

He took her shoulders in his gloved hands, staring down at her with his obsidian eyes reflecting ht The breeze blew that unruly lock over his forehead "You couldn't be lovelier," he rasped, the o soft for hiaze dipped to his lips Theto taste you right now" Anything Though this tiether had been almost perfect, frustration simmered just below the surface With each day, she wondered how

His hands tightened on her shoulders "As would I"

She was fantasizing about wicked sex even more than she had before she'd th for hours She i inside her What would it be like to have his scent all over me?

Would his kiss make her breathless and weak-kneed, her toes and her claws curling?

As his gaze flicked frorated, "Alht now" He broke away, turning fro the kiss that should have been his due

Yet another reminder that the broken doll was in no way fixed

"We need to get back," he said "I should check in at Mount Oblak"

"But you just went there two nights ago," she re to be needed there asthreat from the Horde

In the past months, the va Demestriu had been slain by Emmaline, Danii's lovable niece Emma had discovered that he was her father, and then she'd soht to the death Ivo, too, had been assassinated for seeking to wed E' Apparently Lachlain MacRieve, her new Lykae protector, had taken exception to that, because he'd released his savage inner olf, slaughtering Ivo and the re dempire as well

"Is there some new threat?" Danii asked "Or has Lothaire returned?" Rumor held that the Ene like that, just the usual aggressing bands," Murdoch said Without Demestriu to lead the Horde, their numbers had been divided into smaller, weaker factions, but they could still prove deadly "It can't hurt to check in I'm sure you want to carve, anyway" Had his tone been a shade brusque?

Maybe she was carving tooeach symbol perfect felt so crucial Soers bled If Murdoch was there, he'd take her hands in his big gloved ones and ice her wounds

The first time he'd found her like this, he'd demanded, "Daniela, why do this to yourself?"