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Jagr stood perfectly still as Regan stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door

For the first tiic--that was the onlyhis lethal fury in check--warned hio It was not only what he’d been commanded to do, but the sooner he was done with this stupid mission, the sooner he could return to his peaceful existence

But another part, a part he hadn’t experienced in years and was not at all pleased to discover he still possessed, was reluctant to take such an irrevocable step

It was nothing more than common sense, he ift to excuse his odd hesitation What was the point of hauling her to Chicago when she was bound to flee at the first opportunity?

The gods kneasn’t lucky enough for Styx to pick someone else to hunt her down

Perfectly reasonable Unfortunately, Jagr was too intelligent to entirely dismiss his chaotic reaction to the beautiful woman

He was a vampire who preferred his life, his battles, and his sex uncomplicated

Regan was anything but uncoression, vulnerability, wry humor, and frustrated sensuality

A sensuality that wakened a hunger that now roared through him with brutal force

He wanted her And he sure as hell wasn’t turning her over to Styx until he’d had a taste

Or two

Counting to a hundred, Jagr was prepared when Regan cracked open the door and peered back into the room He hadn’t believed for a moment she intended to strip naked and take a shohile a lethal predator stood just a few feet away She was furious, not stupid

Yanking open the door, she glared at hier

"Christ, are you still here?"

He regarded her in silence He’d discovered over the centuries that it rarely took more to rattle an opponent For a crazed moment she tried to match him stare for stare, then with a muttered curse, she marched forward to stand directly before hiet rid of you? Money? Blood? Sex?"

His gaze drifted down to her s?"

She took a hasty step back "None of the above"

"A pity" He lifted his gaze "Then it would see Tell me of the imp"

"What?"

"I said, tell-me-of-the-imp"

Her eyes narrowed at his slow, deliberate words

"Why?"

"You obviously won’t leave until he’s dead, so I intend to put an end to this farce so I can return to the peace of my lair"

"No" She planted her hands on her hips "No one kills Culligan except me"

He arched a brow "You expect him to stroll into your hotel room so you can beat him to death with a pillow?"

"I intend to rip out his throat withfor?"

Her lips thinned "I lost the scent of the dae of Hannibal" There was a beat, then without warning, she stepped forward to grasp his aran to find r’s expression never altered, but his entire body tensed as a scalding heat rushed through hian wasn’t the first woman he’d desired Far from it But never had his need been so ruthless, so raw, so primitive