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"You’re a cold-blooded and heartless bastard, leech"

"Roke"

She frowned as his diseh the air "What?"

"My name is Roke, not leech"

Roke walked away despite the annoying urge to turn around and release Sally Grace fro with hily pretty He’d known that froeon’s monitor So what? Weren’t there thousands of women ere far

The spiteful little witch had the tongue of a shrew and the temperament of a rattlesnake

Then why did he have to force his feet to carry hied to look so pale and young and defenseless, he gri as he entered the marble hallway There was a part of him that was an instinctive protector of the weak Perhaps it was natural to be bothered by the sight of such a sile creature locked in the cells that were a level beneath the original dungeons and devised for only the erous of Styx’s enemies

A nice explanation

Unfortunately it didn’t explain why he’d been so fascinated by the war to her skin Soap? Perfume?

Or the jolt of arousal that had slaaze to trail down to her slender body, which was curved in all the right places

He growled low in his throat He didn’t want to be aroused by the feic and ic users Or even because she’d been a toady for the Dark Lord

Roke was ive a shit about the race, religion, species, or rity of a potential lover It responded to primitive needs that were disconnected froave in to his passions Especially when it involved an unworthy female

These days he was very selective about the women he took to his bed He wanted a female he could respect and who understood his duty to his clan One he could depend on not to ht I had piss-poor people skills," a deep voice drawled

"You do," Roke retorted, watching the h an open door to block his path

The Anasso was casually dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, his hair pulled into a long braid, but there was nothing casual in the heavy, pulsing power that filled the air

Roke clenched his hands He was too alpha not to react to the unspoken challenge in the air, although he ise enough to keep his instincts tightly leashed

Styx narrowed his dark eyes "Is this mood because I asked you to keep an eye on our prisoner, or because she’s a witch?"

"I’rowled, not about to adue hilad one of us finds this a pointed out "You can snap and snarl like a rabid hellhound or you can accept your fate with a little grace"

Grace?

Roke hadn’t wanted to coo in the first place, but the Anasso had insisted they needed his rare talent for reading prophecies Then, just when he was preparing to return to his clan in Nevada, the prophet, Cassandra, had claimed to have seen hiodforsaken palace of inning to iine he could be attracted to a pint-sized witch

"Just because that damned prophet--"

"Careful, Roke," Styx interrupted, his power edged with pinpricks of warning "That ‘damned prophet’ is part of my family"

Cassandra was the sister to Styx’sof respect

"I, like everyone, revere the prophet But, just because she saw o, doesn’t o," he clarified

"Trapped?"

His fangs ached He needed to bite so

Or someone

Perhaps a tiny female with hair the color of autumn, rich brown eyes, and the sweet scent of peaches