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The insanity was the raw, undeniable reaction to Salvatore’s presence

Frigging hell

Caine had warned her that Salvatore was a powerful beast Werewolves didn’t have hereditary royalty They fought and schemed and bullied their way to the top Like Top Model, only with a lot more blood and less boobs

What Caine hadn’t orgeous

A shudder shook her at the thought of his lean, darkly handsoold His features were pure Latin, with a long aquiline nose and full lips His hair was a rich wave of raven satin that flowed just past his shoulders And his body…yum Even beneath the filthy suit, she could tell it was lean and hard in all the right places

Still, she’d seen handsome men before

Caine was no slouch in the looks department

So why hadn’t any of them made her blood sizzle and her palms sweat?

It was like he possessed soe that was the precise current to push her buttons

All her buttons

She knocked her head against the wall, telling herself to stop being an idiot

So, Salvatore had an aniave hi That didn’t et the fact that the bastard had killed her sisters

Or that he’d been hunting her for years

Damn his black soul

She wished he’d never shown up, she told herself sternly But now that she had hi her unease behind asmile, Harley pushed open the door and stepped inside

The baseh-tech lab where Caine practiced his scientific voodoo, and this side being an equally high-tech prison Usually the three silver cages were used for curs ere stupid enough to piss off Caine, but over the past ered traps in the yard to discourage intruders

Herin the erous before, noas nothing less than feral

The golden eyes gloith a tangible heat, his lips curled to reveal the white teeth that could grow to lethal fangs in the blink of an eye

"Let me out of here," he demanded, his voice thick

Harley forced her reluctant feet forward, refusing to be unnerved by the choking power that filled the roo like it

"But I just went to so et you in there," she taunted "Well, maybe it wasn’t so much effort Like all men, you see a woman and assume you naturally have the upper hand"

Salvatore stilled, his fury lide, his gaze seared over her body, taking his sweet ti back to her face

"Let uess, you’re a woman who likes to be on top?"

"Always"

"Co on the botto royalty really has gone to your head if you think a lame-ass line like that would ever work on a woman with half a brain"

"Then there must be thousands of women with half a brain," he drawled

"The plastic blow-up kinds don’t count"

"Cara, I could "

Harley tilted her chin Daun and shooting hi her to roll over and beg

"I’d rather do the gargoyle"

Salvatore tilted back his head and delicately sniffed the air He chuckled

"Liar"

Shit Harley abruptly turned on her heel and studied the nu on the ce for me," she rasped

"Si"