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belongings, what was he going to do with them? He wasn’t going
to keep living like this, with reminders of her all around him, was
he? The mere thought made Olivia’s hands clench into tight fists,
her nails digging into her palms.
    “It’s getting late,” Logan said abruptly.
“You going to stay there all night and let me watch you burn at
sunrise?”
    Olivia forced a savage grin to her lips.
“Would it upset you if I did?”
    “Upset me?” Logan snickered, but it sounded
forced. “It’d just save me from having to kill you myself.”
    “Save you, huh?” She tapped a thoughtful
finger to her lips. “Now that’s an interesting choice of words. Are
you saying killing me would hurt you?”
    Logan shook his head, but he didn’t reply.
She expected him to leave the room, get away from her, maybe even
call for backup; it was what he should have done the moment she
arrived, and they both knew it. Instead, he remained standing
there, watching her, hiding his pain so badly that it angered her
all over again.
    “You should never have become a Special
Enforcer,” she spat at him. “You were always a weakling, always a
bleeding heart with a savior complex. Guess what, lover.” She
spread her arms out. “Here I am. The love of your life. And you
couldn’t save me, could you?”
    “I tried,” he snapped back. “I told you to
wait for me. I ran—”
    “You ran?” she interrupted him, laughing. “Of
course you ran. You ran away, you coward. Four vamps against two,
those were not odds you wanted to play, were they?”
    His face reddened, and she could hear his
heartbeat accelerating. She knew him too well, knew exactly what
buttons to push, and—
    “ You’re calling me a coward?” he shouted, incredulity and anger
equally thick in his voice. “Come here and say it to my face
if…”
    For just a second, he looked just as
shocked by the words that had passed his lips as Olivia felt. She
had been almost sure that in the end he would come out to her, that
he wouldn’t be stupid enough to
invite a vampire in their— his home. She had been so sure of it, actually, that a flash of
rage ran through her even as she realized that she could now step
inside. She rushed in with a snarl.
    Logan’s eyes flickered to the crossbow he had
left on the dresser, but she was closer to it. Turning on his heel,
he ran from the bedroom, and she knew at once where he was going,
just like she knew that she had to stop him before he reached the
dining room and the swords on the wall. The rest of their weapons
were in the trunk of the car or at the agency, and a sword would be
his best chance to hurt her without letting her come close enough
to hurt him.
    Running as fast as she could, her boots
screeching on the tiles, she caught up with him just as he exited
the kitchen. She grabbed his t-shirt before he could enter the
dining room and flung him to the opposite side of the hallway into
the living room. He crashed into the back of the sofa, and for a
moment Olivia thought she had knocked him out. She froze,
hesitating, but then Logan stood again, stumbling backward and
putting the sofa between them.
    She grinned at him, baring her fangs as she
approached. “Think you can hide?”
    He shook his head. “No. I think I need a
weapon.”
    She didn’t understand what he meant until he
grabbed the edge of the wooden coffee table and flipped it over,
then tore off one of the legs.
    “Improvisation?” she said, mildly surprised,
stopping as she eyed the makeshift stake in his hand.
    “You taught me well,” he replied, and didn’t
wait to finish before he launched himself at her.
    She blocked his arm as he swung the stake
toward her and pushed him hard enough that he stumbled back,
crashing into the coffee table and completely destroying it. He
attacked again at once, but this time the swinging stake was only a
decoy. He kicked at her leg, wrecking her balance. She crashed into
the wall hard enough to leave a dent in the plaster. She