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slid to the broken bodies on the floor, then away—she

couldn’t say she was crazy about his methods.

Slowly, he raised his head, sun-bright hair sliding

along his cheek. “You’ll heal.”

Was he trying to reassure her? She fought the urge

to laugh maniacally. To scream. Instead, she stared at

him and nodded. Or tried to, anyway. She was still

trembling, which made her movements less than

smooth.

But she would heal. She was okay. She was alive.

Thanks to him. Thanks to a man who’d just torn two

people apart with his bare hands and pulled out—what?

Their souls?

“I’ll tear you up some if you try to do that to me.”

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He’d definitely been right about the sugar. It had given

her a boost. Her words were clearer now, her tongue

and lips actually obeying her will.

“You can retract your claws. If I meant to hurt you,

it’d be a done deal.”

No shit. “Why’re you helping me?” she whispered.

He blinked. Hit her with that endless stare.

Shrugged. “I have no fucking idea.”

His answer was oddly comforting. “Good to know.”

He smiled for real now. White teeth. Tanned skin.

A dimple in his left cheek. The light from the naked

bulb overhead painted him gold and bronze.

Her breath froze, then she inhaled sharply. Until that

moment, she hadn’t reallyseenhim. But as she studied

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