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Being captain of his own rescue ship is the
life Liam Synar has always dreamed of living. Being master of a
hereditary demon is not. Coveting Malachi's power, his exiled evil
brother hunts him, wanting to capture the demon that Liam's life mate
now unknowingly hosts. Putting Malachi inside Ania two years ago had
been an act to save her when she almost died saving his. If only the
demon hadn't killed again.
Excerpt:
Watching her now, his body clamored to
go to her. Demon or not, he still wanted Ania Looren with the same
raging need he had felt the first time. And now he wanted her even
more desperately after all the time they’d been apart. Shades of
Kellnor, why couldn’t he have realized this was going to happen two
years ago?
Ania stopped moving when she felt
Synar’s thoughts. “You didn’t figure it out two years ago
because you only allowed yourself to think of one option, which was
staying away. You accuse me of hiding truths, but you lied about
coming back for me. That’s why I filed the mating dissolution form.
I no longer wished to be at the mercy of your indecisive mind that
changes like the shifting winds of Terlon.”
Synar went to the wall rack, picked out
a defense staff matching hers, and walked to the mat. “Fine. You
think you know my intentions and true feelings. Make me leave you
alone.”
“I am Khalsa. It is easily done.”
Ania sliced the air around her, following the staff with a sweeping
glare.
“I disagree. Eventually, I will
figure out how to appease you, Ania. Maybe I do deserve some of your
wrath, but I won’t fall at your feet as quickly as Gwen. If you
defeat me fairly, I’ll heed your demands. If I win, you must agree
to forgive me.”
“You can’t defeat me, Synar. Have
you ever won a fight with Dorian?”
“Dorian isn’t here. And he isn’t
you,” Synar said sharply, smiling at Ania’s confidence. He was
now getting excited at the prospect of getting his hands on her.
“Dorian says I’m getting closer to defeating him. He says I’m
faster than I used to be. After centuries of not fighting, you’re
way out of practice. I figure that gives me a fair chance.”
Ania snorted. “How can you talk about
being fair? You tricked me into your bed the first time with promises
of affection and declarations of need that would have wooed any
female. I still don’t know why I agreed.”
Synar’s answer was to smile wickedly
at her confession. Her body shivered in response. A frisson of
awareness zipped along her nerve endings, and what followed was so
unfamiliar Ania almost didn’t recognize how aroused she suddenly
was. The feeling was so disconcerting that it felt like illness to
her.
“I remember our first bonding time
like it happened only moments ago. I was just as desperate for you
then as I am right now,” Synar said quietly, never taking his eyes
from her.
Her life force pushed and pressed
against every cell until Ania spun her defense staff to create a
wider distance between them. Seeing him retreat was a reminder to her
body not to betray her to this male. It was also a reminder to Synar
that she wasn’t receptive to his words, no matter what she was
feeling.
“Speak with Dorian. He can help you
get some physical relief,” Ania instructed, lifting her chin.
“So can you,” Synar said, smiling
again because he could see she was distressed. Beyond that though was
more—much more. And he wanted to know what it was.
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