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down on Amelia silhouetting her lush figure to perfection.
    As he looked at her an undeniable
need rose within him. Riley felt his beast clawing to get next to her.
    He took a single step forward—and
landed on a twig. The sound of the branch snapping seemed absurdly loud on the
quiet night air. Riley watched in irritation as Amelia jerked, looked over her
shoulder and stared at him.
    The moment their eyes connected
he knew she was going to run.
    He relished the moment.
    Amelia stared at him for exactly
four seconds before taking off, running as quickly as her short legs could
carry her.
    Instead of chasing after her
immediately, Riley stood where he was and counted to twenty. He wanted to enjoy
the chase. He wouldn’t be able to do that if it ended too soon. So he gave the
little human enough time to put some distance between them.
    Just to add some flavour to what
had suddenly become a game.
    Once the obligatory twenty
seconds had passed, Riley began the chase. Adrenaline pumped thickly in his
veins. Awareness prickled every inch of his skin. Every one of his sensory
powers increased with each step he took. Though he didn’t shift, he was capable
of allowing his wolf to come to the surface. With that, his senses became
stronger.

    She darted around another of the
seemingly endless headstones, but Riley knew the chase was already over. She’d
taken a wrong turn. Amelia would run for a few more feet and then find her exit
blocked off by one of the plot’s larger mausoleums.
    With careful steps he took the
corner. As he rounded the curve heard the low, harsh sound of her frustrated
curse. She’d run up against the mausoleum.
    Riley knew the way the plots were
placed in that region of the cemetery gave her only one way out...and he was
standing in front of it. “Come out. Come out, where ever you are?” he called at
the top of his lungs.
    “Asshole,” he heard Amelia swear
before she appeared several feet away from him. Her back was to him and she was
gingerly trying to make her way past the mausoleum.
    Riley had judged the female too
quickly. The chase was not over.
    Both of his eyebrows lifted in
surprise at the sight of her hopping over one of the headstones of his
forefathers. Apparently she’d discarded her shoes.
    He growled at the sight of her
naked feet on the hard ground. Even to his own ears the growl was dark and
dangerous. Riley didn’t like the sight of the human running barefoot. She was
going to hurt herself that way.
    He wanted to protect her.
    “Amelia,” he called softly. Or as
softly as he could manage in his adrenaline fuelled state.
    She stiffened for one second.
That was the only indication Riley received, but it was more than enough to
know she wasn’t going to stop running.
    He didn’t know whether to be
pleased or irritated when she took off, sprinting, running around headstones
and barely avoiding the scattered branches on the ground. The human part of him
knew he couldn’t spend the whole night chasing the woman around the cemetery.
The beast relished the run.
    Thankfully the man was smarter
than the beast. Riley decided to increase his pace and stop playing with the
woman. No longer could he extend the chase simply to satisfy his beast.
    Rikard’s command thundered
through his mind. He had to get the female back to the security room so he and
Vittorio could figure out the real reason she’d come to their combined
families’ burial plot.
    Chest heaving, she darted past a nineteenth
century sculpture of an angel. He saw her glance at the angel and grimace. She
turned, glanced over her shoulder and caught his gaze.
    Riley couldn’t help but smile.
    She stumbled, obviously surprised
by his actions. He pounced before she could correct herself.
    Pure satisfaction radiated
through him when his fingers closed around her upper arm. “Mine,” he rumbled as
he lifted her off of her knees and into his arms. He knew both his words and
his actions had taken her by surprise by the stillness of