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exploded through him in a potent rush, hardening his cock and goading him to grip her hair in his fist, holding her still so he could ravish her tender mouth.
    He was nearing the point of no return when he heard her voice whisper across his mind—
I’m sorry. I have to take your memories.
    Then the room spun and went black.

Chapter 8
     
    “Why now?” Malachai grumbled, staring down at where Trevor lay unconscious on the couch. “After we went through all the trouble of setting this sting up?”
    Siobhán studiously avoided looking at Trevor. Whenever she did, her heart rate kicked up and her breath shortened. She should’ve known better than to keep him around a moment longer than necessary. Every second she spent with him made her more vulnerable.
    When he’d looked at her with heat in his eyes, his stunning face made hard by a mortal’s raw desire to mate, she’d felt a quickening in her blood and a terrible yearning for his touch. The soft glide of his tongue and the grip of his hand in her hair had stirred something frightening inside her—the need to submit and surrender, to forsake everything for him.
    She cleared her throat. “He was becoming too attached to me.”
    Carriden rubbed his hand over his jaw, studying her. “It doesn’t matter, Malachai,” he said. “It’s done. Should I take him to the archangel, Siobhán? Or would you rather do it?”
    Gratitude flooded her for his intervention. As far as she was concerned, there was no point in discussing any of this further. She couldn’t change the choices she’d made or how she reacted to them. She could only move forward.
    “If you would, please, Carriden. Thank you. I’ve already called Raguel and discussed it with him. He’s in Las Vegas, but he’s made arrangements for Trevor to be received at his offices in Anaheim. Malachai and I will stay here with Daniela to see if Trevor’s scent stirred anything up.”
    “All right.” The red-haired angel bent down and collected Trevor’s lax body, tossing the mortal over his shoulder. “I’ll call you once I drop him off and see if you want me to come back here or return to Ontario.”
    Reaching out, she touched Carriden’s arm.
Could you double-check and make sure I didn’t miss anything in his mind?
    Carriden met her gaze, his own filling with compassion. He nodded. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
    Siobhán knew her request betrayed her. If she hadn’t been compromised, she wouldn’t fear leaving a piece of herself behind in Trevor’s memories. As it was, she couldn’t be sure she hadn’t and she needed the certainty of knowing that every single recollection and impression of her was wiped completely away. He needed a fresh start, without any possibility that she might inadvertently hold him back.
    When the front door shut behind Carriden, she looked at Malachai. “Where’s Daniela?”
    “Fueling up the van. She should be back soon.”
    “We’ll go out when she returns.”
    Malachai crossed his arms, his chin lifting stubbornly. “Are you okay, Siobhán?”
    “What if I’m not?” she shot back, tired of his poking and prodding. “If you want to call Adrian about me, just do it.”
    “Don’t get pissy. I’m just worried about you.”
    “What does that accomplish? It’s over. I just want to forget about it.”
    He exhaled audibly. “My understanding is that it’s not so easy to get over having feelings. Adrian’s never recovered.”
    “But he’s still effective, isn’t he? He still does what needs to be done. His dedication has never lagged, and neither will mine.”
    “Okay, okay.” Malachai lifted his hands in surrender. “I’m here for you if you need to talk about it. Actually, I wish you would. I’m curious.”
    Siobhán arched a brow at him. “Don’t they say curiosity killed the cat?”
    “I’m not a cat.”
    “No, you’re a pain in my ass.” She turned toward the door as it opened and Daniela walked in. “Let’s go. I need to