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pulled his gaze to her face.
    “Hello, Lyn.” Raziel’s voice dripped with menace.
    Her eyes darted from the sky to lock with his. She paused, staying motionless like the proverbial deer in the headlights. “Juan,” she yelled, knowing no other name by which to call him. “You are here.”
    Good Lord. Did she think him deaf? He cocked his head to one side. His eyebrows narrowed in confusion over his steely eyes as he pushed a hand through his sandy blond hair. “You don’t have to yell, darling. I can hear quite well. And I have a confession to make. My name is not Juan. It’s Raziel.”
    He watched her eyes dart over to a copse of Banyan trees, surprised she had not commented on his revelation regarding his name. Was she looking for something? Someone? He turned his head in the direction of her gaze and sent his senses flowing in that direction.
    Tackled from behind, the force of the blow knocked Raziel from his feet. He threw his hands out in front of him to catch himself, hissing when the skin on his left wrist began to burn. A pair of handcuffs dangled from his arm, white wisps of smoke wafting around the metal.
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    Ky materialized and landed on top of the vampire, pinning him beneath the heavy weight of his body. The male squirmed beneath him to buck him off. He reached out to capture the vampire’s wrist and managed to get one cuff on the vampire. It would be enough to keep him from dematerializing, but it wouldn’t do much to stop him from being able to fight. If he couldn’t get his other wrist captured, this could get ugly fast. Ky reached for the debauchee ’s other arm, but Lyn’s attacker bucked and twisted beneath him, leaving Ky no choice but to forestall his venture to capture his arm in order to keep the rogue on the ground.
    Raziel tucked his arms under his body, pushed up, and rolled to dislodge Ky. The two men rolled in opposite directions, each coming to their feet in a fighting stance.
    Ky circled his opponent, looking for an opportunity to strike. Movement from the corner of his eyes drew his attention. She’s still here! The realization twisted his gut. “Get out of here, Lyn.”
    The warrior’s gaze darted to his mate. His momentary distraction presented his opponent with an opening. Raziel lunged, and came at Ky with his fists. The first punch landed squarely on Ky’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. The second punch landed on Ky’s neck to close his throat.
    Ky staggered, his body gulping for air. He spun a thick thigh for a round house kick. It connected with the rogue’s stomach. Raziel wrapped an arm around his middle, and bent at the waist, heaving and gasping for breath. Ky threw an uppercut, connecting with the debauchee ’s chin. The hit drove Raziel’s head backwards and his body had no choice but to follow. When the rogue straightened from the force of the punch, Ky kicked out. He struck the vampire hard; driving him down into the ground with such force his body tore up the soil in a fifteen-foot strip.

Chapter Seven
    Lyn watched her attacker land with a sickening thud amidst the thick tangle of Banyan trunks. She heard the bark crack from the impact and watched Ky leap into the air, landing in front of the downed man. She gasped at the sight. Ky covered at least twenty feet in one mighty bound. No one could do that!
    The two men fighting before her could not be human, but she didn’t think they were demon either. So, what were they? She didn’t have long to ponder the question.
    They spun around the park like a tornado, moving so fast her eyes could not register their kicks and punches as their bodies flew apart, then back together. However, she heard every blow when it connected, the sounds of bones crunching and the slap of skin clearly audible to her ears with each blow. Lyn found it impossible to tell the two apart with both men wearing black, only hair color differentiated them.
    The world exploded around them when their blurred masses neared one of the