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"Levet was right," he continued sht in Levet’s blast and one ed to escape"

Her steps faltered "Why aren’t we following his trail? Culligan ht have sent him"

"I followed the trail It disappeared four blocks north of here"

"Just like Culligan’s"

"Yes" The frosty blue gaze swept over her face "Did the i your irimaced "No more than any other of the lowlife de our travels"

"Travels?"

"Culligan never rehts We crisscrossed the country a hundred times"

"What about Hannibal? Did you stay here often?"

"No" Regan shook her head She’d heard of Hannibal, of course Built on the edge of the hty Mississippi River, it was the ho for many of his most famous novels There was also so spot for Jesse Ja town, but hardly a hot spot for der considered her words as they crossed through an e lot built close to the river In the darkness, Regan could hear the waters that swirled and eddied around the tethered steamboat tied to the nearby dock

"Then we can’t be certain that Culligan was behind the attack," he at last concluded

Great New, mysterious enemies Just what she needed

"Why would the curs want to kill r’s cool reaction to her obvious danger as being shot at in the first place Wasn’t he freaking sent to keep her safe? "I thought they worshipped pureblooded Weres?"

A golden brow arched at her churlish tone "If there’s a local Were pack, they ue Weres are as territorial as va?"

"It’s a connection, but for all we know the curs slaughtered Culligan and covered his death with the sah to junore the possibility that there were other dangers beyond Culligan

"Dar’s icy expression softened at her weary concession Never breaking stride, he thrust a paper bag into her hand and led her frorowth that lined the river

"Here"

Regan frowned "What’s this?"

"Food" His gaze drifted down to her wrist "You’ll need it to replenish the blood I took"

White-hot heat flared through her, squeezing the air fro into her flesh, and the sensuous tugs as he took her blood

Ducking her head down, she ripped open the bag to discover two still ware juice

Her sto her face hidden behind the thick curtain of her hair as she rapidly worked her way through the bagels

Jagr retreated to his fah not to offer help when they reached a narrow path that led to the high bluff overlooking the river Her nerves were already on edge It wouldn’t take ardless of the consequence

They clian paused to throay the eainst the plastic trash can The path had been a steep one, perilously sapping her waning energy

In less than a heartbeat Jagr was at her side, his arainst the erotic power of his body

"Why didn’t you ask for help?" he de ripples of pleasure through her

Oh…hell

She wanted to lean into all that male hardness To close her eyes and drown in his ruthless strength

The need was as intense and unwelcoh her body with tiny, electric jolts

Placing her palainst his chest, she shoved "I’rip "You ain "I said I’ about it"

"About what?" His hard lips twitched "My feeding, or your reaction?"