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against the wall and taken her hard and fast, and she had
come for him, violently and explosively. She was amazing, so
exquisite, so damn good.
    He wanted her. But he wanted
her safe, and alive.
    “ Not mine,” Jett
reminded himself angrily as he sprinted into the lift. As soon as
the lift door opened on the ground floor, he caught a glimpse of her
long braid as she flicked it over her shoulder and pushed through the
revolving doors of the PAC Headquarters.
    Jett ran after her. By the
time he shot out of the building, Bryn was already rounding the
corner. His long-legged strides were swift and silent as he followed
her. He saw her stuff her hands into her pockets and hunch her
shoulders as she walked resolutely ahead.
    Jett slowed his steps and hung
back. With her vampire senses, Bryn would have heard him or scented
him. Jett gave a small, lopsided smile as he stared at her slim,
pretty profile. Under that pretty, youthful exterior were nerves of
steel.
    His mood lightened as he
watched her. Somehow the mere sight of her seemed to make him happy.
It would be so nice to just walk home with her every night, holding
her hand, talking to her...and kissing her.
    But that was just a dream. A
dream of a nice, normal life. A life he never knew and would never
have.
    Jett followed her at a careful
distance, keeping his eyes on her as she stiffened her shoulders and
marched determinedly ahead. The little vamp was ignoring him on
purpose. She didn't slow her pace, and she refused to glance back.
    There were a few wolf whistles
from an alleyway as Bryn walked past. A group of young shifter males
were smoking in the alley, and they whistled and made howling noises
at the sight of the young, pretty vampire. Bryn simply kept on
walking without sparing them a glance.
    Jett scowled at the young
males loitering in the shadows as he passed the alley, effectively
silencing the lot of them. He suddenly felt an irrational,
irrepressible urge to punch the lights out of those leering, lusty
youths. How dare they ogle Bryn and make those lewd calls at her?
His knuckles cracked and he let out a low growl. The youths turned
away and slunk further into the alley. They continued smoking and
drinking, laughing at one another's inane jokes. None of them were
foolish and suicidal enough to follow Bryn.
    The moonlight reflected off
Bryn's hair. Jett stared at her pale nape, at her glossy braid that
reached all the way down to her waist. Her pretty face and petite
size belied her ferocious strength. She was tenacious and tough as
nails, fiercely loyal and she never gave up.
    Jett knew that she had been
nursing a crush on him for a long time. He had heard Charlotte and
Charlene teasing her about it. She had blushed furiously and swatted
them none too gently, but she had never denied it.
    Bryn was young and pretty, and
he was sure she had no lack of admirers. Yet, she wanted him.
    “ I want you. Only
you.”
    Jett swallowed, and forced a
breath into his constricted chest.
    I'm not your mate, Bryn, he thought sadly. I can never be your mate.
    Jett walked quietly behind
her, watching her stomp down the street and turn into a side lane.
He hung back as she ran up the front steps of her house, and put her
hand on the door knob.
    Jett watched her from across
the street. She stood in front of the door for a full minute, not
moving, not turning around.
    She seemed to be working up
her resolve.
    Jett forgot to breathe. His
eyes bore into her back, his heart clenching so tightly in his chest.
    Go in, Bryn. Don't turn
around. Don't look at me.
    She raised her head as if to
take a deep, steadying breath. She could scent him, and she seemed
to be breathing in his scent, comforting and torturing herself with
the knowledge that he was near.
    So near, yet so far away.
    Quietly, she unlocked her
front door and stepped into the house. She didn't look back.
    The door closed behind her.
    Jett leaned his shoulder
against the tree and stared at the small, whitewashed house. A