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panties growing wet from excitement. Even though
five nights had passed, the scent of sex was still there. She
doubted Logan could have noticed it, but to her, to what she now
was, the scent was there, oh, yes, heavy and musky, the scent of
his sweet come filling her, of their shared pleasure before they
had gone out to hunt. Her Sire had told her she smelled good,
before the bite, before the blood. Olivia hadn’t understood then.
She did now.
    Movement caught her eye through the open
bathroom door. Her sudden smile bared her fangs. Jackpot. Logan was
standing in the shower, oblivious to the show he offered her. Her
eyes followed the curve of his neck and slid down along his back to
his firm ass. Silly, silly man. How had she ever—
    Another memory seared her mind and senses,
overwhelming her. They’d been sharing a bath, and one thing had led
to another, and she had soon been bent over, her hands flat on the
porcelain edge of the tub, groaning with each slide of Logan’s cock
inside her, so hot and hard—
    She squeezed her thighs together, relishing
the pressure. She almost cursed when she realized she had missed
him stepping out of the shower. He was wearing a robe now, and it
remained open, revealing a long strip of his muscled chest, tanned
skin, and the dark curls from which his cock hung, heavy and thick
even at rest. Olivia’s eyes followed him as he walked around the
room, oblivious to her presence—or not that oblivious, after all.
He had just picked up the crossbow from the wall and turned
straight toward her, aiming the wooden arrow in the direction of
the open window. His accuracy with that thing was excellent; she
had trained him herself.
    “Logan, my love,” she started, raising a hand
to her still heart. “It’s all so different—”
    “Don’t even try.” His voice was sharp as a
knife. “We learned that lesson together, remember?”
    She shrugged, grinning, and dropped the
pretense. “What can I say? You look so fuckable, I had to try.”
    He didn’t acknowledge that she had spoken,
but for just a second, the crossbow wavered.
    “Why are you here?”
    Her smile vanished. Ice encased her chest,
making it hard for her to breathe—until she remembered she didn’t
need to. “You know why. You killed my Sire.”
    “I did my job. And I avenged the woman I
loved.”
    Despite herself, she growled. “You tore a
hole in my chest and mind, that’s what you did! Did you even stop
to think about it? You knew it would happen. They told us at the
Academy about that. Don’t you remember?”
    “Go for Childer first,” he quoted, straight
out of the textbook. “Killing their Sire might make them insane
with pain and that much harder to kill.”
    She took a step closer to the window and
rested both her hands on the invisible magic barrier that was
stopping her from entering. “Why didn’t you do it, then?” she
asked. “Why not follow protocol?”
    He lowered the crossbow and used his free
hand to hold the robe closed. When he met her gaze, she could see
rare tears in his proud eyes. Closing her fists, she pounded on the
barrier, resulting in nothing more than to make him start slightly
in surprise.
    “I knew she had killed,” he said softly. “I
didn’t know if you…”
    She snorted when he couldn’t even finish. And
to think she’d once believed he was a better Special Enforcer than
she was! To think she had come here believing it would be a fitting
end to their story! She was a fool, that was what she was. And he
was no better.
    “Why don’t you come out here, my love?” she
taunted. “You’ll know firsthand—”
    Without warning, he raised the crossbow again
and pressed the trigger. Caught by surprise, Olivia barely had time
to move. She felt the arrow graze her shoulder. It didn’t even tear
the fabric of her shirt, but the memory flashed brightly through
her mind anyway, blinding her for an instant. When she could see,
feel, hear, she remembered at once. She’d just come home