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As he intended, Regan iftly distracted, a blush staining her cheeks as she took a jerky step away fro touch

"You said you smelled blood"

"Yes" He moved to the very front of the RV, forced to bend over as he studied the driver’s seat "I don’t knohy Culligan ca committee was in a foul mood"

"He’s dead?"

"He was alive when he left the RV, but he was hurting"

"Da deeper into the living area of the RV, punching holes into the faux wooden panels of the wall

Jagras splinters filled the air There was nothingthan a powerful woman

"Not that I don’t approve of wholesale destruction, but there areyour frustration," he an kept hissed out a small metal box from the hole she’d just led to wrench the thing open "Crap"

"Allow r pulled the box froly, he was rewarded with a nasty glare "A th?"

"You can be ih …"

"Bleck" She held up a hand "Enough"

Jagr ht have been offended if he didn’t catch the unmistakable scent of her desire whenever he was near

Glancing in the box, Jagr grian "I think you’ve earned this"

"Christ," she breathed, her eyes widening at the stash of jewels and watches and neatly stacked money "Humans You would think thousands of years of evolution would finally give thean shuddered, staring at the box as if it were contaive it to a charity or throw it in the river Just so long as Culligan or his friends can’t get their hands on it"

Regan grir pressed a hand to his heart in mock astonishan’s eyes widened as Jagr flowed forward to press a hand to her ," he whispered close to her ear She tugged his hand froan?"

"I can’t tell They must be cloaked by a spell to cover their scent"

On the point of turning the hunter into his personal prey, Jagr stiffened He had less than a beat to catch the scent of sh theof the RV and exploded in flar backed away Fire was one enean" He shoved her toward the fla in her heels she whirled to glare at hiical, you’ll heal fro with the need to rush her to safety

"Yeah, only to be killed by the freaking King of Vamps when he discovers I bolted like a wuss and left his favorite pet to become toast"

"Styx would never har, let alone his pet Now get the hell out of here"

The s beads of sweat to Regan’s face, but the woet it, chief It’s not happening"

"Daatory coeneral, and one in particular, Jagr wrapped his arhty surge sh the side of the RV

Chapter 7

Even buffered by Jagr’s huge body, Regan’s breath renched froh the side of the motor home and landed on the pathith a hard jolt

Before she’d r had jerked her to her feet and turned to face the two attackers that appeared frozen in horror by their abrupt appearance

There was a slender human woman with a mop of blond curls and innocuous blue eyes, as well as a tall, leanly handsonized as a cur, with dark hair and a goatee that soan had barely regained her balance when a cold blast of power filled the air, and Jagr had launched himself into battle

The fe as any intelligent creature should have done, she threw out her hands, as if trying to shoo away the ht have found it funny if there wasn’t a brilliant flash of light that s backwards

Witch

Regan rushed toward the varound, the front of his sweater charred and still sr