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He wanted to toss her on the bed just inches away and devour every satin inch of her Over and over

Unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon

Not only was Dylan still on the loose, but he suspected that Angela was far e

When he finally had her in his bed he wanted all night to de his head, he gazed down at her upturned face Over the past weeks he’d memorized every line and curve of her delicate features Not because of his Sentinel training, but because he’d been fascinated by her quiet beauty The velvet darkness of her eyes and the lush curve of her nize the play of emotion over her expressive features

He knehen she furrowed her brow she was lost in her clever thoughts And when she chewed her botto aard in a conversation And when her eyes grew dreaer over the soft color staining her cheeks

"You are so beautiful"

She sucked in a shaky breath, her wide eyes dazed "What are you doing?"

His fingerhad he’d wondered what they would taste like? It seemed an eternity

Now he knew

Cherries

Fresh cherries still warm froht sight of you"

She briefly allowed herself to beco far more of her vulnerable need than she realized Then, obviously re why he was in her bedrooave a sharp shake of her head

"Liar This is soain

Okay, ela Locke was concerned

He wanted to brand her With his touch, his kiss, his passion

He sed her choked groan, his hands shifting to tenderly cup her face Slowly he savored the taste of cherries and delectable wo pulse just below her jaw

It wasn’t until she was arching toward him in silent need that he lifted his head to ht," he murmured

She blinked "I was?"

"I could have watched you from the shadows"

Another blink "Then why didn’t you?"

He peered deep into her wide eyes "You knohy"

"Niko--"

"We need to leave," he interrupted, forcing himself to drop his hands

He’d been a Sentinel for a very, very long tioal

But with this wo hiet the to follow his words "Leave?"

"Dylan hasn’t given up her obsession of beco normal"

"Oh" She pushed back her hair with an unsteady hand "I don’t understand"

"Understand what?"

"Why is she so anxious to become normal? There’s a lot of people like you, isn’t there?"

"Like us," he corrected, knowing at so to have to accept that she was special "And yes, there are high-bloods all over the world But most are able to pass as conored his reminder she wasn’t one of the norela was capable of ignoring any nu her less than "normal" ability to manipulate cells

"Is her physical appearance all that’s different about her?"

"No" He held her gaze "She’s a Sentinel Like me"

Her expression hardened at the reht ive anytime soon