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hummingbird’s wings.
    “Please,” she whispered, stroking her thumb under his eye.
    Kane opened his eyes, and the green color glowed fiercely, too bright to pass as human. It wasn’t the bright hue that terrified her, though. No, her terror was from the long, reptilian pupils that constricted as he focused on her.
    “Oh, shit!” Rowan released him and crab crawled backward until her head hit the corner of the wall. She had to get out of here! Rowan scrambled up and bolted for the door, but Kane was there, his giant hand flat on the surface and pinning it closed.
    A soft sob left Rowan’s throat as she backed into a corner. “Wh-who…what…what…?”
    Kane canted his head like an animal, his eyes glowing just as bright on the dark side of the room as they had on the light. “You really didn’t know?” He took a deliberate step closer to her, and she cowered in the corner, ducked her face away, gave him her neck. Kane was a monster. A monster just like her but worse. Kane could hide and pretend to be human. Run!
    Kane’s limp was back as he squared up to her. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, and this was it. He was going to strangle her. He was going to kill her! Dragon!
    But inside, her dragon was quiet and still. She was awed.
    “Look at me, princess.”
    Breath shaking, Rowan obeyed him, lifted her chin, and forced her eyes open. He didn’t look mad. He looked…sad. “I’m not going to hurt you, Bloodrunner.”
    “You keep calling me that like you aren’t of my clan.”
    “I’m not.”
    “B-b-b—” Rowan squeezed her eyes closed and tried again. “Blackwing?”
    “Blackwing Dragon,” he confirmed. But right when she thought he would shift his hand around her throat and choke her, his grip went gentle, and he pulled her against his chest. His arms slid around her shoulders, and he just stood there, holding her.
    Rowan’s body went into shock. That’s the only thing that could explain her traitor hands sliding up the strong curves of his back and hugging him.
    Softly he said, “I thought Damon sent you to kill me.”
    “And you still helped me?”
    Kane laughed a dark chuckle. “Well, I didn’t claim to be smart. And you lost your damn treasure. By the way, why the hell didn’t you put your treasure in your carry-on?”
    “They wouldn’t let me. It was too big.”
    “So everything you have told me is real. None of this is some fucked-up game to lure me into a trap?”
    “No! God, I had no idea what you were talking about half the day. Fucking Blackwing Dragon. Are you going to kill me?”
    Kane snorted. “Princess, you are perfectly safe from me. Trust me on that one.”
    “Trust you? I just saw you play punchy-punchy murder on that guy’s face in there. Wait.” She eased back and moved his chin to the side, examining his split lip, which still looked like it needed stitches. “Why aren’t you healing? Why isn’t your dragon speeding this up?”
    Kane made a tick sound behind his teeth and jerked his jaw out of her grip. “I’m not like you.”
    “Okaaay,” she drawled, nodding like a bobble head. “I have about forty-five thousand questions.”
    “I bet you do.” He slipped his hands from her shoulders, limped to the sink at the back of the room, and began filling the bowl of his hands with water. As he washed the blood off his face, his back muscles worked gracefully. His tattoos stretched from the knuckles of his left hand up his arm and over his shoulder, but his back was smooth and ink free. Delicious man.
    Her sex pulsed once like it was a hungry little clam. Of course she would be sexually attracted to the one person on earth she couldn’t ever have. A fucking Blackwing Dragon! Their people were enemies. Had been for millennia. The war between Bloodrunners and Blackwings had annihilated the damn species.
    But his ass looked so fucking firm, she wanted to bite it. She suddenly wanted to bite his bicep, too, and his shoulder, and those little