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foolishly close to her.
    “Like hell I am.” Her fingers closed around the sleek handle of the blade. She wasn’t an expert on blood bonds by any standard of measure, but she did know if you killed the holder, it’d set the slave free.
    “You can try.” He held his arms out, giving her a clean shot at his heart. She’d never killed anyone, but if it was to free herself she was pretty sure she could. She tried to force the knife toward him, but as excruciating pain exploded in her head she dropped it again. “But the bond won’t let you hurt me.”
    Cursing, she brought her gaze to meet his. “Bastard!”
    His sigh was exaggerated. “If you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all.”
    The word asshole sat on her tongue, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t say it.
    “That’s better.”
    The condescending prick was going to pay. Maybe she couldn’t hurt him directly, hell, now she couldn’t even call him names, but she’d figure out a way to make him pay.
    “If you promise to play nice, I’ll let you speak.”
    She shook her head emphatically from side to side.
    “Fine, if that’s how you want it, I don’t mind the silence.”
    Sitting on his bed, glaring at him, she was reminded of a game she and her sister used to play to pass the time. Raising her index finger, she pointed to him and then motioned him to leave.
    He smiled as he stared at her. “Go?”
    She nodded before imitating him jacking off.
    “Masturbate?”
    She shook her head. It was close, but not quite right. Raising her eyebrows, she put on her best seductive look and motioned from him to her before doing an imitation of them having sex, rocking her hips as he was between them.
    “Making love?”
    She would have laughed if she could talk. She shook her head again and pointed between them once more.
    “Fuck?”
    She nodded then pointed at him.
    “Me?”
    She rolled her finger in small circles asking him to pick a related word, but he sighed again.
    “Fine, I give up. Speak.”
    “Go fuck yourself!”
    “How very ladylike.”
    “Maybe you missed it, but I’m not exactly debutant material.”
    “No, I didn’t miss that. But I was hoping for some civility.”
    She laughed at the absurdity of the statement. “Because bonding someone against her will is civilized in your world?”
    “Maybe not, but you freely offered me your blood. You can’t blame me for your miscalculation.”
    He was right. And it sucked. She should’ve known better than to allow anyone close to her blood. She’d let her nature, her passion, get the better of her and now she had to pay the price for her stupidity. “You’re right. My bad, especially after all the times I’ve mocked my sister for the trust she’s put in our kind.”
    “If it’s any consolation, mine’s made the same stupid mistake. Trusting one of ours, that is.” Fear and pain flashed across his face before his features slid into an unreadable mask.
    “Trust makes idiots of us all.”
    “I’ll send someone to your place to pick up your stuff. In the meantime, feel free to make yourself at home in the guest room just down the hall. You’re going to be here awhile.”
    She glared at him as she got off the bed. “You do realize I’m going to break this bond, don’t you? And when I do, I’m going cut out your heart while it still beats.”
    “I wouldn’t expect any less from a Rathe.”
    She didn’t think she could be any angrier, but she was wrong. No one compared her to her father and lived. Grabbing the knife again, she charged him. Pushing through the incapacitating pain, she concentrated on her rage. For one moment she thought she was going to be able to do it but, as the tip of the metal touched his skin, everything went black.

Chapter Two
     
    Isaac’s heart was still pounding as he stared down at her almost-naked body. Fear from the near miss mixed with the desire still burning through him, adding a rush of adrenaline to the already