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She was lying on a hard dirt floor The cave, no doubt She could soyle, as if Levet were no longer near And overall, the cool, exotic scent of power that could only belong to Jagr
He was near Keeping watch over her
Waring an odd sense of peace
Peace?
Froht he could put a leash on her?
Christ, she was lanced around the torch-lit cha herself that she was safely tucked in the cave and not in the hands of the curs Or worse, back in that da survived the fire
Confident she was in no ian pushed herself to her feet, relieved when she didn’t fall flat on her face Or even stulanced around the deepening shadows The cool wash of power that charged the air assured her that Jagr was near, but his considerable bulk was nowhere to be seen
So either he’d used his vampire tricks to wrap himself in darkness, or he was in one of the attached caverns
She briefly hesitated
Pride told her that there was nothing keeping her in the cave She could walk out the front entrance and continue her search for Culligan Or if she were truly smart, she could hop on the nearest bus and sieous vampires…
Pride, however, wasn’t in control of her feet Instead of leading her out of the cave, they headed toward the openings at the back
Ducking her head to avoid the low archway, she slipped into the crahtened, she was prepared to find Jagr His poas tangible this close What she hadn’t expected was to find hi his wet hair over his massive shoulders
The world stopped
Or at least the little corner where Regan was standing
Christ She’d already accepted he was a olden hair The proud, ence in the ice-blue eyes
But stripped of his clothing, he was…holy moly
Raer molded into thick h to halt the heart of any woman
Briefly lost in the sheer perfection of his body, it took a h to realize that the smooth beauty of his ivory skin had been cruellyscars that ran froroin
Shocked as ht of his grueso with the ice-blue gaze
As always, his expression was ir would have sensed the moment she awakened Which meant he could easily have covered himself before she stumbled across him
Vampires weren’t modest, but they abhorred any deformity The scars would be a source of humiliation for such a demon
So why had he revealed theled thoughts, Regan forced a breath past her tight throat, her gaze shifting to the rippling water
"Aren’t you supposed to hang son if you intend to shower in a coed cave?"
There was a rustle, and covertly glancing out the corner of her eye, Regan watched Jagr tug on a pair of faded jeans, pulling up the zipper but leaving the button undone
Yow
Herto do with his scars
Did all e…man parts?
And were they supposed to make a woman pant like a hound in heat?
"How do you feel?" he de until he stood directly before her
"Headache, dry mouth, hair frouarded gaze "How long was I out?"
"You lost a day"
Frustration sined up for AARP by the tian
"Crap I re attacked by that cur…then everything’s a blank"
"The human" His tone was clipped, icy "She hit you with a spell"
"Bitch Is she dead?"
"No You rir had chosen to carry her to safety rather than slaughter the cur and witch Or even to capture thee should have infuriated her