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baby, burn,” he whispered under his breath, knowing she couldn’t hear over the music. Then, all arrogance gone from his voice, he said, “You’d be surprised what I could teach you, Red.”
    The music ended. They stood there, bound by the magic rising between them. Raven finally dropped her arms from his shoulders and stepped back. Those huge eyes watched him—wanting, fearing.
    Trev snagged her arm, afraid his prey would slip away. “Ah, fair lady, I fear I must hold you close this night, protect you from all manner of evil beasties.” Such as jackass ex-husbands, he finished silently.
    Raven’s gaze trailed down to where his hand held her wrist. Resistance flashed in those amber eyes, and she almost pulled away. She clearly didn’t like a man controlling her.
    Trev stared, a silent challenge of wills crackling in the air around them. She likely had one of the most beautiful faces he had ever seen—but every thought, every flicker of emotion was written clearly upon that stunning countenance. She had no dissimulation, no shield against him. Small wonder she hid from the world; it was safer for her.
    Trev nearly growled. Inside him there was a primitive male wolf sensing his mate was nearby and trying to evade. But…wolf? Mate? What a horrible thought! He gave himself a mental shake. Wolves mated for life. “Next, the urge will possess me to hike my leg and mark my territory.”
    Raven blinked in perplexity. “Beg pardon?”
    The band started another song. Phil Collins’s “Easy Lover” momentarily distracted him, the lyrics sending a shiver up his spine. Yeah, Raven could take his heart and he wouldn’t feel it. But dismissing the sensation, he leaned close to her. “I said, I need a drink and why don’t you introduce me to your brother?”
    She gave him a wicked grin. “Oh, aye. You meeting Cian would be interesting. Two rams butting horns.”
    Trev kept hold of her hand, followed Raven as she wended her way through the crowd and back to the people clearly waiting for her to return. Well, the games would soon begin! They’d want to grill him, find out how Raven had a man in her life yet kept them totally in the dark. He glanced down to where his fingers were laced with hers, wondering at the last time he had just held hands with a woman. Had he ever?
    Her younger sister greeted them with, “You two make a pretty couple out on the dance floor. Like you’ve been partners for ages.” Her eyes roved Trev with the same penetrating intelligence as her sister’s. “I never knew Raven was so good at keeping secrets.”
    Raven blushed. “Trevelyn, this is my brother Cian. Cian, may I present Trevelyn Sinclair.”
    “Your…date,” the handsome redhead tacked on.
    Offering a faint smile, Cian studied him with pale green eyes. On the surface, the man displayed perfect equanimity, but Trev sensed a territorial wariness as he offered his hand. Trev didn’t blame Montgomerie; any man attaching himself out of the blue to his own little sister would naturally draw suspicion. And given Raven’s past, Trev imagined his perceived playboy persona didn’t sit well.
    Cian’s hand was firm and dry; the man gave a hard squeeze, signaling a bid for dominance. Trev almost laughed. Undaunted, he returned the grip measure-for-measure, not about to give ground to the grandson of Sean Montgomerie, the man who had driven his father to take his life. At the same time, Trev felt a peculiar surge of grudging respect flood through him, and knew under other circumstances they likely could be good friends. There was an air about Cian that made Trev think of Des. His older brother and Cian were cut from the same fabric: family and business before all else. But Trev shrugged the thought aside. There was no room in his plans for them.
    “So, have you come for the auction?” Cian asked, his pale eyes flashing with challenge.
    Trev knew Raven’s brother meant to intimidate him with all his wealth and power, but it didn’t work.