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in pinpoint clarity. Her face flushed as her body was engulfed in a feverish heat. Claws beneath her fingertips pressed against her skin, stretching for release. Positive the color of her skin matched her red silk top, she reached for her weapon. Remain calm, she warned the beast. Stay steady. Calm.
    “I’m not getting involved in a war among vampires and Soulscapes.” Between her current caseload and the cryptic email Josh sent, her plate overran. She intended to meet him at noon to find out what the message meant. The whole night kept turning into one shitty deal after another.
    “Get out of my house, you ass.”
    Not a peep came from him. He only smiled.
     

 
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    Kris, always beautiful, always breathtaking, showed her anger. Ryant continued to smile despite her growling. The fire held deep inside her flushed red, tinting her skin. Suspicion told him she’d kept the wolf on a tight leash for too long. With her breaking simple things such as fridge handles, he’d stay clear. Hate-tinged arousal seeped from her pores. Hate he’d dissolve soon if he managed to wine and dine her. For now, he’d settle for a talk and her agreement to help him locate the escapee. He wanted to keep her by his side in case the malicious Soulscapes came for her.
    Once, she had belonged to him. Him and only him. No one else deserved her heated rage, her desire or fiery passionate climaxes. She’d gripped him tighter than any woman before or since, and here she stood—a brown-haired, blue-eyed goddess.
    A great deal of time had passed since he’d had her pressed beneath him. How many other men had she spread her thighs for since their separation? His fingers tightened around the glass stem and the goblet broke. The idea of her writhing beneath another drove him to a dark place, one he didn’t want to contemplate in her presence. If it were possible to stop wanting her, he’d flip the switch.
    “Answer me. Are you the one they call master?” Her voice boomed through the kitchen.
    “The fact I’ve had to do what I needed to in order to survive, even if it meant changing my last name for the public eye, should mean nothing compared to the situation at hand.” Ryant studied her intently, pushing past her shielded mind a fraction.
    An image of her wanting to shoot him played like an old black and white picture show. Then she bolted her mind against him. What did she really intend? To kill him this night? Or another, perhaps?
    Her jaw worked, and her nostrils flared. “I hate you.”
    Pain, of the emotional variety, shot through his chest to the area she’d bitten. “Good. This should make you want to get the job over with faster.” Ryant looped a finger over the loosened knot of his tie and tugged the knot undone. The fine silk draped over his shoulders
    “Why on earth would I help you or any other blood-sucking bastard after what happened to me…to my mom and dad?” Her voice cracked with the agony the words produced.
    “You know vampires did notkill your parents.” He pulled the strip of silk free from his neck and tucked the material into his back pocket.
    “Every thread of evidence pointed to your kind causing a huge commotion, destructing the Darkworld throne and covering up the truth.”
    “My kind had no hand in the murders. I will defend them to my dying breath.”
    “That may not be too far off if you don’t get the hell out of my house.”
    Pushing off the frame, he settled into a wide stance. She’d never bowed out from an argument. He traced his fangs with his tongue, aroused by the sexual tension which thrummed through his body.
    “I told myself that when I came face to face with the infamous Mr. Launders, I would tear out his throat. Your minions have been calling and showing up at my office for weeks. Hounding me for weeks. In your name. On your command. You’d better keep a leash on your pet monsters. Stop wasting my time. If any of your minions harass or stalk my clients, I’ll stake their