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spiked inside, she felt the power gather and pulse. Jaden pretended to turn and exit, then at the last second whirled around, the stiletto-heeled sandals hurtling through the air like deadly missiles.
    She ducked as a curse fell from the darkness, and the sharp heels flew back at her, to land with a thud against the wall where her head had been seconds earlier.
    “I would have guessed you too old for hide-and-seek, Castille,” she said as she retrieved her sandals and tossed them aside.
    She took a step back and watched as the tall shifter fell from shadow. He looked surprised, his handsome face scowling, the eyes glittering dangerously.
    She tapped the side of her neck. “The tattoos will always know you, no matter how strong the cloaking charm.” She hated the fact that her heart pounded crazily inside her and that the flesh of her cheeks darkened in reaction to the sight of him.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Damn, why do I sound out of breath?
    The gold of his eyes receded into twin black holes of intensity, and the clench of his jaw attested to his inner feelings. He made no attempt to hide his dislike of her.
    “How the hell did you breach my security? Tank alone should have given you major problems, but the elevator doors are activated by select signatures only.”
    Power clung to the man like the scent of a lover; she felt the thickness of it in the air. But it was tainted.
    It should have repulsed her. It didn’t. Instead, it fed something that answered in kind, and she shifted, uncomfortable and angry.
    He moved toward her but she refused to budge. When he stood inches from her body, she looked up at him, her actions measured, precise, while inside, her jaguar scratched, wanting out.
    “Apparently your security measures are subpar.”
    Was that anger in his voice?
    “I had no problem at all.” He glared at her. “It was much too easy.”
    Angry and accusatory. Where the hell did he get off?
    Jaden swallowed hard, her throat dry. Damn, but she needed a drink.
    She regarded the warrior in silence and shook her head. “Why are you here?” she asked again, not interested in the how, only wanting to know his reason.
    He smiled, yet his eyes remained cold, flat. His hand swept upward, and though she tried to remain still, she flinched as his fingers fell across her cheek. The spark of energy that sizzled along her flesh awakened a need so intense that, for a second, everything blurred. Her animal was all kinds of agitated, and a hiss escaped from between her lips.
    She yanked her head to the side and pushed him away, a low growl vibrating from deep within her chest.
    “Stay the fuck away from me, Castille,” she bit out, furious at her reaction, “and answer the question.”
    He cocked his head, an arrogant tilt, and said nothing.
    Jaden clenched her hands and took a step toward him once more, visualizing her fist connecting with the perfect lines of his nose. It would give her great pleasure to break the fucking thing, and she flexed her fingers at the thought.
    “I came for you.”
    She blinked in surprise and shook her head. “Excuse me?”
    The smile left him, and the way his eyes glittered had her gut twisting hard. There was no more pretending. Julian Castille was seriously damaged, and the predatory gleam that flickered briefly had her hackles up instantly.
    The man was freaking insane if he thought she was going anywhere with him. He was on the edge, and she had enough to deal with.
    “It’s simple really,” he began, his tone conversational as if they were buddies, friends. “You and I have something in common.”
    Her eyes narrowed. What the hell was he getting at? “The only thing we have in common is our mutual dislike for each other and a fondness for whiskey, but we’re not going there . . . again.”
    “We both want the portal.”
    For a moment, Jaden was speechless. The portal?
    “Ah no”—she shook her head—“no, no, no.” Was he on drugs? “I am so not going