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the man chuckled. His eyes blinked too rapidly. “I’m coming,” Taylor said, his voice resembling Liam’s all-too familiar timbre. “For her. You’re both gonna die.”
    The fury prickling Kyle’s skin bubbled forth, and he surged forward for the kill. Before he pierced Taylor’s skin with his fangs, he stopped himself. Oh, no, he wouldn’t fall for that trick. There were a million reasons not to bite the infected prey on his plate.
    The man was done for anyway. Kyle realized that no matter what he did for Taylor, the infection from the bite would only lead to insanity—like the other man he’d killed outside. In one swift movement, he pulled the .45 from the back of his pants and ended Taylor’s suffering for good. No matter how badly Taylor had treated him in the past, the man didn’t deserve to live like that. Behind him, Em’s soft breaths assured him of her safety. But for how long? How long until Liam’s bite eventually did her in? The water continued to run in the sink, but he didn’t move to turn it off.
    Instead, he mumbled, “I’ll be waiting for you, Liam.”

    Kyle’s warm hands grabbed Emma under the shoulders and pulled her to standing.
    “We need to get out of here.”
    Emma nodded numbly. Her throat burned. Every painful swallow made her wince. Those infected werewolves had grown strong. Too strong for her comfort.
    They left the house and walked to the car. Nothing stirred among the shadows along the cacti. They were alone for now. She took a seat in the car while Kyle finished packing up the weapons. She leaned against the head rest, wishing she could close her eyes and zone out for a bit in peace. Beside her, she heard Kyle slide into his seat and shut the door. The car should’ve started up, but all she heard was low breathing. The sound of a hand rubbing rough skin. It had to be Kyle massaging his brow again. When things stressed him, he used to rub his forehead as his headache came on. Based on everything they’d been through, he probably had a migraine by now.
    She sensed a pair of eyes on her profile but refused to look at him.
    His heated body warmed her side. There wasn’t much distance between them. Just one foot at the most.
    When he suddenly took her face in his hands, she gasped.
    “You okay, Em?”
    Somehow, she managed to nod. The injured werewolf living under her skin leaned toward him. She wanted to stop herself. Tried to stop herself. Hadn’t he told her earlier he didn’t want to get wrapped up in all this?
    He leaned closer, brushing his nose against her cheek. How she missed this. Heat pooled under her skin as her core vibrated with urgency. His mouth drifted near hers, then stopped. So close. He’d never hesitated before. When Kyle Benton wanted something, he took it. And she’d always been eager to give.
    Her breath quickened and her nostrils flared. Maybe if she held her breath, she’d smell the same raw need from him to touch her, a need so strong it shook her.
    His hand drifted down to snake around her waist. Before she could turn her head to kiss him, he made the first move, placing a featherlight kiss at the corner of her mouth. The sweet kiss became fiery as he nibbled along her lips. He lingered there with his nose brushing against hers. The anticipation of what was to come made her fists clench.
    More .
    Locked in a tight embrace, Kyle kissed her as if they’d never been apart, as if she’d never turned away from him. Hot pleasure coursed through her body as their kiss deepened. One of his hands drifted up her back. Her breath fled as he pulled back the thick strands of her hair in order to reveal her neck. The other hand gripped her hip. She wanted him to continue. She didn’t want the rain of kisses along the sensitive part of her collarbone to end.
    But then he stopped. She froze as well—certain that he’d remembered what had separated them in the first place.
    Yet he didn’t release her. “We’re not safe here,” she whispered. What