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his will immediately penetrated her protective wall, forcing it to crumble. Alexia shivered at the ease with which he skimmed beyond her shock at seeing his Phantom, then past the conversations in the garage and his office.
    He drifted over the frustration she’d felt during the trip to the Lair. Visions of the rockslide, rain and fog sprang to life. As did her fear of being followed. The wax on her Thunderbird gave justification to that fear.
    Braeden coaxed her mind further back and Alexia saw the envelope on her desk, the attack in the parking lot and her shooting the one man.
    She relived seeing the limo and Phantom pull away from her town house right before the place exploded. The intensity of her fear escalated.
    But the sudden trembling of her legs wasn’t from fear of those who were after her. Her roiling emotions whipped back and forth between her memories and the realization of how her earlier fears of him were mere imitations. Now, with every beat of her heart, true fear slammed at her.
    He could kill or harm her with nothing more than a thought. She’d always known that. But until today, she’d feared the harm he could cause her emotionally far more than the threat of any physical danger.
    â€œStop it.”
    The deep commanding timbre of his voice flowed into her veins like molten lava, heating her blood, bringing memories of a kiss, a touch, entwined limbs, flooding to the forefront of her mind. The memories converged with her fears—then mastered them. Their attraction had always been strong, but now it was deadly.
    Long-forgotten senses and feelings came alive too suddenly to control them. Her knees nearly buckled as a path of fire snaked the length of her body, then returned to throb low in her belly.
    His eyes widened, then narrowed as her mind tripped unbidden over memories best left undisturbed. But when he leaned closer and his unsteady, warm breath feathered across her cheek, she realized that he, too, was captured by the current of what bound them together. And she knew the power she held over his intrusion into her thoughts.
    Alexia moaned softly and purposely remembered a time they’d been too angry at each other to sleep or even talk. Instead, they’d taken their frustration to bed.
    That particular sexual encounter had been anything but gentle or loving. But it had been downright breathtaking and one of the most erotic nights they’d shared. His hands had held her steady. Her fingers had dug into his arms yanking him closer…closer.
    It wasn’t hard for her to awaken not only the visual memories, but also the sensations and emotions she’d experienced. Her body had burned with lust. Every muscle, every tendon strung as tight as a bowstring, straining for fulfillment.
    Braeden had set any semblance of civilized man aside and become the beast he was named for. Her dragon came to life and scared the hell out of her. For the first time she’d felt pure fear slink cold and deadly through her body.
    She wanted to run away, but the glitter in his eyes mesmerized her and promised her untold passion. Held enthralled by a promise she couldn’t fathom, she remained…terrified and intrigued.
    Removing her cotton summer dress proved no obstacle, as the thin fabric tore easily in one fluid rip from hem to neckline beneath his two-handed grasp. Emboldened by the action, she’d shouted at him.
    Before the first curse fully left her mouth, Braeden threaded his fingers through the hair at the back of her head and jerked her closer, cutting off her words with his mouth. The unyielding kiss curled her toes.
    Alexia sighed raggedly at the memory as her toes now curled inside her sneakers. She’d meant to set Braeden’s mind awhirl. But her own heart hammered and the sound of her unsteady breaths mingled with his.
    He’d claimed her that night. The Dragon of Mirabilus had marked her as his mate. Ignoring her unvoiced fear, his hands, lips and tongue