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hadn’t had her in the first place.

That had been his choice. His fault.

He’d walked away.

From the second he’d laid eyes on her he’d known

he wanted to stay, known he’d have to go. She’d had

sass and spice. Guts. Tiger-bright eyes and a face that

he’d never forgotten.

She’d had the most gorgeous breasts he’d ever laid

eyes on.

And she’d been nineteen. And a half. And mortal.

What the fuck else was he supposed to do but walk away?

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It was exactly what he ought to do right now, for a

whole different set of reasons. Caring about a mortal—

caring aboutanyone—made him vulnerable. He’d

nearly lost it when Lokan was killed. He didn’t want to

feel that way ever again, and if he let himself feel for

Roxy, hewouldknow that pain once more. Because she

would die. She would leave him, and he would be alone.

Again.

He hit the side of his fist against the wall. He had

some crazy shit going through his head.

Letting the curtain fall back in place, he sprawled

in the overstuffed chair in the corner, took out his cell

and dialed Alastor’s number.

“Wanker. I’ve rung you a dozen times,” Alastor

clipped. “Nice if you’d return a call in a timely manner.”

“I was busy. I’m not busy now. You alone?”

“Yes.”

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