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blood ran, her intimacy pulsed. Right up to the point where she thought she would dissolve, possibly turn to melted cream.
    Driven by instinct, she flattened against him, brushing her breasts against his bare chest. Her mouth found his, kissing him with flaming eagerness. He enfolded her tightly in his arms, their lips attuned, their tongues entwined. It seemed the kiss would never cease, never come to an end.
    But Rogan recoiled. As abruptly as he had embraced her and pressed her hard against his body, he let her go. Although his eyes were cloudy, he spoke in an unwavering voice.
    “We can’t do it!”
    “Why? What’s wrong?”
    “We can’t. That’s all you need to know.”
    His implacable tone didn’t leave any room for hesitation. Baffled and speechless, Liv stared at his icy, perfect face, realising his decision had been made. She had never felt so cold.

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Getting dressed had been quick, laced with a good dose of embarrassment on Liv’s part. Standing half-naked before the man who’d almost stolen her thoughts, then pushed her away didn’t call for self-confidence. But what on earth had made him change his mind? Something wrong with her? How could he kiss her so profoundly, then turn away in the middle of it? Could he not see the woman in her instead of the Bringer of Death?
    Sure, that had to be the reason. Rogan had lost himself in her for a brief moment, but awareness of their dangerous situation had dawned on him. Even if she had healed him, he still thought of her as some kind of enemy. For him. For his race. But what could she do about that? As much as she desired it, there might not be a way out.
    Liv switched the lights on in the kitchen, feelings of anger and frustration washing over her. In some way, he had let her down, and she needed compensation. Maybe a sweet, hot coffee would ease her bruised emotions. Opening the nearest cupboard, she got her favourite mug out. Intending to heat it up in her new microwave oven, she was pouring cold coffee into the mug when she heard a light shuffle behind her.
    “Liv.”
    His low voice didn’t hold any trace of embarrassment. When she turned round, he leaned against the kitchen door, looking at her, at the way she moved.
    “I have to leave.”
    “Sure, go.” The need to brag pulled stronger than reason. Deep down, though, she already missed his presence, already knew she wouldn’t be able to forget him—nor his hands on her body.
    “I know you’re angry.”
    “Angry? Is that what you think? Well, let me tell you something. You’re nothing but a selfish, arrogant brute, and I regret the minute I laid eyes on you. Hang on! Actually, I didn’t. I was too busy fighting for my life, wasn’t I? So, Mister Vampire, do you still think I’m angry?”
    She hadn’t meant to lash out at him, but too late the words blurted out of her mouth, unleashed by her fury. “Then you come in here, in my home, waiting for what? For me to save your life? And guess what? I do!”
    “Thank you for that.”
    Ashamed of having desired him way more than he had desired her, furious with his cool composure, she didn’t even hear him. “What else did you expect? A woman in your arms to complete a good day’s work? Well, I almost did that too, didn’t I?”
    “Shush, you aren’t—”
    “Don’t you shush me,” Liv shouted, pointing her finger straight at him. “Don’t you dare shush me. I’m so exasperated with you right now I could easily become that Bringer of Death of yours. Come to think of it, I’m positive I’d enjoy that. Please, don’t tempt me!”
    “Liv, calm down.”
    She ignored his attempt at peacemaking, as well as the palms of his hands raised towards her. She’d been bragging again, yet her vivid feeling of betrayal rapidly turned into fury. She had no intention of stopping there. He might be a deadly vampire, and he might be able to kill her in a wink—however, she couldn’t care less. She needed to vent.
    “If I