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should not stand here talking to him another minute. For whatever reason, he had not shot her. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.
    His gaze roamed over her, like a deadly serpent slithering through grass. “Where’s your brother?”
    The question startled her, telling her right away that he knew her. Or rather of her. This was no chance meeting.
    The tiny hairs on her nape prickled. “Why?” she demanded, unease tripping down her spine, urging her to flee from this man who seemed to know everything about her.
    Except she never ran from a fight. Especially from some hunter out of the Dark Ages who didn’t believe women could hunt lycans—and that any who dared to should be benched. Permanently.
    Her fingers curled into a fist at her side. “Why do you want to know about my brother?” She fought back the worry from her voice. It would do no good to sound concerned, to reveal that he had rattled her.
    Officially, Gideon had quit NODEAL two years ago. Unofficially, he still hunted. But he hunted his way. More often performing rescue missions than the strict killing sprees of his past. He no longer relished the hunt, the kill. Meeting Claire had changed that. Changed him. He focused on saving lives rather than terminating lycans. Another reason for the growing gulf between them. That and his marriage. He had found someone with whom to share his life. Someone who fulfilled him more than the taste of revenge ever had.
    He’d gone soft. Something Kit vowed would never happen to her. She would never forget her goal in life: To rid the world of lycans. To make them pay.
    â€œHe’s quite the legend. Perhaps I only want to meet him.”
    She narrowed her gaze on him. “Why are you really here? Aren’t there enough lycans to hunt on your continent?”
    He cocked his head to the side. “Of course. Though I must say you Americans could use some of EFLA’s talent. Lycans are growing at an alarming rate here.”
    â€œSo you want to help us out, is that it?”
    â€œI’m just…visiting.”
    Kit snorted. Visiting. Right. She didn’t believe in coincidence. Or that he was out for her brother’s autograph. This was no random meeting. In her line of work, random didn’t exist.
    â€œVisiting,” she echoed, her hand moving for the car’s door handle. “So instead of touring the Space Center, you decide to troll the streets for lycans? Coincidentally the same lycans I’m hunting?”
    He smiled, transforming his face in the process. She no longer stared at a face carved of stone, rigid and imposing in its male beauty. He now looked human. Approachable. Something in her chest tightened, twisted at the sight.
    â€œI’m not interested in tourist activities, Katherine.”
    She flinched. No one called her Katherine. At least she didn’t remember anyone ever calling her that. There was a time in her life where her memories were dim. Before the age of eight. Before her parents died. The harder she tried to remember those days, the more elusive they were, running ahead of her, fast as smoke on the wind, forever beyond her reach.
    â€œHow do you know my name?” she demanded.
    â€œI know a lot about you. And your brother. It’s my job to know such things.”
    Her lungs contracted as she remembered all Cooper had ever told her about EFLA—things that made NODEAL look about as fierce as a hall monitor in junior high. Was he here to investigate her? And Gideon? Did he know about her brother’s alliance with Darius?” A shiver rolled down her spine. That could be bad. Very bad. “What do you want?”
    â€œI wanted to meet you.”
    Her fingers tightened around the door handle. Still, she could not retreat. Curiosity outweighed her trepidation. “How do you know about me?”
    â€œA female agent? Come, Katherine—”
    â€œKit,” she broke in.
    â€œKit.” He nodded