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found himself charmed by the sound. “I didn't
mean to get on your bad side yesterday.” He tried to lighten the tension.
    “You roll up on any woman in a dark alley papi, and you're bound
to get on their bad side. What do you want from me?” Her hands were loose at
her sides.
    Bron, a trained soldier, knew a fighting stance when he saw
one. He could practically swim in all the distrust she was throwing his way.
His animal circled his body, preparing itself for a battle for dominancy. Bron
pushed down on his power and kept his voice calm. As a shape shifter, enemies
to the Ajo, his senses were heightened, the hunter in him wary to see what she
would do.
    "I want only to talk."
    "Is that right?"
    The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile at her
sarcastic tone. "I mean you no harm, Dalia."
    "I can't tell by your stalking."
    "Ouch." He winced and raised his hand to his chest
in mock distress. "Stalking sounds harsh, I'm merely pursuing you."
    Her lips twitched as she fought a smile. "Following a
woman into a church and spying on her while she prays, is stalking."
    "You pray for the lives you have taken?" It
slipped out, but he had to know.
    Her eyes glowed hazel and anger pulled her lips back into a
snarl as she realized he'd read her mind.
    "That's none of your concern," she snapped.
"Stay out of my head and you'll get to keep yours." She brushed past
him and walked into the night.
    Bron rushed behind her. "Look, I'm sorry. I had not
been expecting…” He paused. “Well, you know what you are.”
    She tensed as she took in his words. “I bet you have all the
girls swooning with that game.” The words were clipped, New York written all
over her accent “You don’t know me, so don’t judge me, hombre .” 
    Bron sighed, scrambling for a way to reach past her
wariness. “I'm not judging you. Look, I haven't been around people for a few
years so I'm a little rusty at this. I was momentarily surprised at the fact
that you are-”
     
     
    SHE CUT HIM OFF. "I know what I am. What I don’t know
is what you're doing here, following me around.”  Dalia eyed the stranger.
He was struggling for words but she’d be damned if she helped him. He'd invaded
a private moment, one she swore no one would ever see.
    Yes, she knew the lives she took were necessary to save
others, but it didn't mean she enjoyed it. She feared for the ragged pieces
left of her soul and she hoped God heard her prayers.
    Dalia couldn’t help the butterflies that collected in her
chest as she assessed the man sent for her. Her eyes fell to his mouth and she
barely contained her sigh of longing. His teeth were straight and white, his
full lips parted as he started to say something then stopped. At over six feet
tall with broad shoulders, he towered over her.
    Her stomach clenched at the way his chest filled out his
green t-shirt. She cursed her body’s reaction to him and raised her chin to
meet his eyes. She'd been having the same reaction to his voice; it stood to
reason her body would betray her seeing him in the flesh.
    “We've been calling to you for a few months now,” he said
finally.
    Dalia hands started to tremble as he confirmed what she
already knew. Her knees weakened as relief flooded her body. She wasn't crazy.
     The voices in her head were real.
    “Who is 'we'?” Her mind flipped through possibilities. Why
would someone seek her out? She wondered if the vampire killings were finally
coming back to haunt her. Even if they were, she'd never back down from her
self-appointed mission, no matter who was sent for her. She looked back into
his eyes, and her breath caught at the intense expression on his face. He
wanted her, Dalia could tell and she couldn’t stop her reaction to that. Her
body heated, melted, as she fought to keep her composure. 
    Her breath stalled, her legs shook, and her breast swelled
with the intensity of her arousal. Fire lit his eyes and his nostril flared
with the deep breath he took. His adam's apple bobbed