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he rushed to the lift lobby, he saw Ian Robertson
poke his head out of his office. Seeing it was only Dax, Ian simply
shrugged and ambled back to his desk which was overflowing with files
and papers.
    Dax knew exactly which lift
Melynda had taken. Her scent was so strong, and he could tell that
she had leaned her head against the side wall. He could smell her
shampoo. He would find her. He didn't know what he would say to
her. All he knew was that he had to see her. Just one look. Just
to make sure that she was all right.
    She's not all right. She's
not like all the other women you fucked. She means something. And
you—what you did, meant something to her.
    Dax growled. He should never
have touched her. Now that he'd had a taste of her, he could never
take any other female. He was ruined. He was damaged a long time
ago, but now, he was utterly ruined.
    As soon as the lift door
opened, he followed her scent out and sprinted out of the building.
He stopped and took a deep, painful breath.
    She had stood right here, at
this very spot, by the side of the curb, shivering and willing her
tears not to fall. He could still smell her fear, her pain, her
anger.
    He turned his head sharply,
following her scent down the street. Her scent was fainter, but
still distinct. He was certain she had gone this way, probably in a
cab.
    He would follow her.
    Dax started to run. His
jacket flapped behind him as his long legs pounded down street after
street. He was a powerful, skilful runner, his physique lean and
athletic like most shifters. He ran for mile and miles, not slowing
down, not hesitating as he followed her scent.
    Everything was sharper,
clearer even though the sky was fully dark. The light from the
street lamps glinted off his silver eyes, as he zeroed in on Melynda.
He could smell her so clearly now. She was near.
    Then he saw her.
    She was sitting in a
restaurant, smiling, laughing with a golden-haired man. Her mouth
was smiling, but her eyes were not. They looked lost, sad and
vacant.
    Why did she do this to
herself? Dating men she had no interest in?
    Dax closed his eyes. Who was
he to judge? He did the same thing to himself, sleeping with women
he had no interest in.
    Dax put his hand against the
tree, digging his claws into the bark to stop himself from going any
nearer. He could see her very clearly from where he was, across the
street from that cozy Italian restaurant. He saw the blond man lean
forward and reach out across the table to take her hand. Dax gouged
out a huge hunk of tree but he managed to remain where he was.
    Melynda didn't try to pull
away from the man's grasp. She allowed him to hold her hand, and
even managed to nod and laugh at whatever lame little joke her date
had just made.
    She wasn't in danger. She
wasn't being harassed or threatened. He should just leave, leave her
alone and let her get on with her life.
    But he couldn't.
    He couldn't tear his eyes away
from her. He just couldn't walk away. Not from Melynda. He had to
go to her.
    Dax crossed the street and
stood at the window, staring into the restaurant. Melynda's eyes
flicked suddenly over her date's shoulder to the window.
    He saw her gasp, her eyes
rounding when she saw him.
    She swallowed and jerked her
hand out of her date's grasp. Her trembling fingers began to fiddle
at a button on her blouse. Dax wished she wouldn't do that. It just
drew attention to her lush, sweet bosom.
    Dax's eyes raked down her
flushed face to her chest. He saw her chest rising and falling with
her rapid breathing, and every inch of him throbbed at the memory of
her beautiful naked breasts. Her nipples had pebbled at his touch,
growing hard and erect in his mouth. She had tasted so damn good.
    Was her date staring at her
chest as well?
    Dax let out a menacing growl.
He sensed that her date was a shifter. Dax was an alpha wolf, a
Silver Wolf, and he could easily take down any shifter, especially a
shifter who dared desire Melynda.
    Just as Dax made a move
towards the