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decided to destroy you, there’s nothing you could do about it. Because I am your greatest enemy, and you’re afraid of me.”
    Hearing her words somehow conferred on them a significance. The brief spark in his eyes also told her she had hit dead centre. Without pause, she sneered at him. “You, Rogan, the best hunter of your race, are afraid of me!”
    In two strides he stood in front of her, gripping her hair with one of his hands. A finger under her chin, he lifted her face to his, and kissed her so completely that her anger vanished.
    All she could feel were his lips raking hers, his tongue invading her mouth, his fervour so agonisingly delicious she felt on the verge of fainting. He wasn’t afraid of her in the least, never had been. He was a fighter, he was a survivor. Dominating her, violating her tender mouth, he led her to an awareness of her true desires, a carnal place she now longed to uncover.
    Too soon, Rogan released her. Out of breath, limbs trembling, Liv put a hand on the kitchen table to catch her balance. For now she could only look at his dark, menacing eyes.
    “Be careful, Liv. Don’t go too far with me!”
    His hungry tone sounded almost like the snarl of a wolf. He had said something similar to Khord just before cruelly smashing his face to the ground. Yet seeing him moving like an animal, lithe and untamed, Liv couldn’t help feeling aroused, even more so as he uttered a simple statement.
    “You saved my life. I am grateful for that, but I’m warning you. I will not take another scolding.”
    “Don’t you like me a little bit?” she murmured like a child, big tears brimming in her eyes.
    All thoughts of rebellion left her. She couldn’t fathom his character or his motives, and she was tired of being left in the dark. Up to now, she had always taken pride in being a strong, determined woman. Now her world had gone down the drain, and she was left with a vague sense of fragility. Wiping a tear under her eye, probably seeing her vulnerability, Rogan smiled for the first time. And the glory of that smile touched her heart.
    “So that’s really why you’re angry with me? Because you thought I didn’t like you.”
    Piqued, she tried to show off, knowing he’d never fall for it. “I’m not angry anymore.”
    He sighed. As if he couldn’t decide on the best way to convey his thoughts, he banged his fist on the table. The sharp noise resounded in the kitchen, and showed his opinion better than any words could have done.
    “If I could make love to you right here on this table, I would. But I can’t, and you have to take my word for it.”
    “No, I don’t. I’m sorry, but that’s not good enough. Don’t get me wrong, I want to believe you. It’s a little too confusing, though.”
    Liv figured her comment would gall Rogan, but his expression softened. No anger there, no irritation, just patience.
    “It isn’t an issue I’m allowed to answer.”
    “Allowed? By whom?”
    “That’s not important.”
    Dismissing the subject with a wave of his hand, he lightly stroked her hair.
    “I have to go. I need to locate Khord, and stop him before a bad idea gets into his thick skull.”
    The way he said it didn’t bode well. Enjoying the touch of his fingers on her hand, Liv nonetheless couldn’t help feeling apprehensive. Anxiety making her voice quiver, she stared at the dark vampire.
    “Do you mean he might be looking for me? Can he find me?”
    “He saw your face in the parking lot, so I guess he could identify you if you crossed paths. However, he doesn’t know anything about you. He’s got no name, no address, nothing. That should give me ample time to change his perspective.”
    Liv had to suppress a shiver when a cunning light glowed in Rogan’s eyes. Knowing that Khord might already be coming after her wasn’t her idea of a wonderful time. Hearing that Rogan would leave her alone didn’t exactly agree with her either. Yet, as much as she’d have begged him to stay, her