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He was lying Regan had never been so certain of anything in her life

"Fantastic Where the hell were you when I actually needed your help?" she erous cur

Suddenly, she was close enough to sense Jagr’s power, though it was faint Sheer relief crashed through her

He was still alive

She didn’t knohy, but it felt as if a truck had abruptly been lifted froan’s distraction, theed with a wicked smile

"I’ht need"

Ick, ick, ick

Regan didn’t feel any of the tingling excitearded her with that heated awareness All she felt was…revulsion

Struggling to hide her less than flattering response, Regan was distracted as the witch grabbed the cur’s ar?" she hissed, her eyes ith panic "The varowled, itching to knock the woround and beat the crap out of her The witch squeaked, but before Regan could get her hands on her, the cur was shoving the terrified woman behind his back

"Not without my pretty little wolf" He held out a slender hand "Coet your hands on Culligan"

"Tell me where he is and I’ll join you later," she countered

"No deal You either let me take you to him now, or you’ll never find him"

She clenched her hands "How do I…"

There was a rustle as Jagr stirred on the hard ground, clearly shaking off whatever spell had hit hirasp her arer "You just ran out of ti withher arant cur

Theher in the center of the storunted as the air was knocked froainst the painfulnext to Jagr’s legs

She’d barely hit the dirt when the cur was on top of her, one fist catching her on the side of the head, the other grabbing her hair as he tried to yank her back on her feet

Blinking back the wave of dizziness, Regan grih times not to be distracted by a bit of pain Not even when her hair was being pulled out by the roots

Hissing in fury, the cur wrapped his hand around Regan’s throat, squeezing her windpipe as he tried to force her to her feet Regan gritted her teeth, ai to his boot

The attacker howled in pain as her heel connected with his kneecap with a sickening crack, but his fingers only tightened on her throat

Regan struggled to breathe, her fingers at last closing around the dagger Jagr had tucked into his boot Jerking it fro her captive

The silver blade slid easily through flesh and ainst the bone as the cur abruptly leaped backward, loosening his crushing grip on her throat

Holding his arlared at her with a y swirled about his h Regan’s blood as she watched the handso as his body twisted and altered, at last becoleaan flowed to her feet, prepared for the ian planted her feet and held the dagger at the ready, there was a lol fro angel behind her shoulder

The cur snarled, snapping his teeth, but he wasn’t so far gone as to believe he could battle a massive, infuriated vampire Even one who’d been so recently wounded