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narrowed. He
was silent for a few seconds, dark emotion playing across his
features. There was a lot of anger in there. She was trying his
patience now.

    “ I’ll hold you
to that,” he said at last, his smile back.

    He tugged his black jacket
around him, jammed his hands into his pockets, turned on his heel
and walked away.

    She remained rooted to the
spot, watching him go. Her heart began to slow with each step he
took and when he had disappeared from view, it was back to
normal.

    Kat took one last look
around to make sure that she was alone and then entered the
cemetery.

    It was the largest one she
had ever had to do a sweep of. She worked methodically, starting at
the outskirts and slowly working inwards, her focus intent on her
surroundings so she didn’t miss a thing. She didn’t see the graves
that she passed—a mixture of moonlight-tinted solemn statues,
crosses, plain headstones, and low stone sarcophaguses.

    An hour later, Kat found
herself back at the spot where she had killed the werewolf the
night before. No sign of the werewolf responsible for tonight’s
attack.

    Kat stared at the grass
where the dead body had been last night. The bright moon made it
easy to see that the blood was gone. It must have rained during the
day. The air smelt fresh and cool. Winter was beginning in earnest
and the night held a hint of snow to come. It had been a while
since she had seen snow. The last time was when she had been with
Amon back at his pack’s home.

    She remembered sitting
curled up on his lap on an armchair in front of a roaring fire, his
arms wrapped around her, comforting and tight. The fire had been
the only light in the dark silent room. The snow had been falling
heavily outside and blanketing the world in white. Amon had ordered
that they were left alone. She had never had such a perfect moment
in her life as that, and all they had been doing was holding each
other.

    Her eyes closed with the
memory. The silence of the cemetery joined with it to soothe her,
invading every pore until she felt as still and peaceful as her
surroundings.

    The hairs on the back of
her neck rose.

    Someone was
close.

    She turned on a pinpoint,
at the same time drawing one of her guns with her right hand. When
she came to a halt, she found herself staring down the line of her
gun at Amon. Her hand trembled, as unsteady as her breathing. The
whole of her shook along with it.

    “ Leyton told
me.” His voice was pure seduction, low and sensual. It caressed her
ears, warmed her heart and made it beat a little
quicker.

    She breathed out sharply,
sucked in another breath, and fought to hold her gun
steady.

    Amon’s long black coat
flared out in the chill breeze. He moved towards her. She held her
ground, keeping her gun on him. Her feelings collided inside her.
Fear fought calm, anger battled happiness, and hate warred with
love.

    She took a step back,
needing the distance. Her palms began to sweat. She wiped her free
hand on the leg of her black combats and then wrapped it around the
one holding the gun. It still shook.

    Her heart beat at a
dizzying pace. Breath short and sharp, she glared at Amon. How
could he still affect her like this? After four years, her feelings
hadn’t faded in the slightest. Just the sight of him made her knees
weak and her body tremble with need.

    A faint smile curved his
lips. The moon made his eyes twinkle. Damn he was
beautiful.

    He went to move towards
her. She jerked her gun, locking her arms tight to show him that
she was serious. He rocked back on his heels and
frowned.

    “ Did you attack
someone tonight?” The words came out fast. She had to ask, even if
the idea that he might say yes petrified her.

    Amon shook his head.
Tangled threads of his black hair hung across one eye, the tips
stroking his strong jaw. He hadn’t shaved. Another smile tugged at
the corners of his lips and sent her heart fluttering.

    Her hand went for her
other gun but she didn’t draw it. The gun she