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pulled away before the full implication of that realization set in. Glaring at her, he snapped, “Get in the car.”
    â€œYou can’t—”
    â€œNow.”
    She’d just been shown under no uncertain terms that luck wasn’t on her side today. No sense in pushing. He’d lower his guard again and, again, she’d take advantage of it.
    â€œFine,” she grumbled. Sulkily she walked with him at her back to an Infiniti parked only a few feet away from the crowd she’d just left.
    When they sat inside the very plush interior of his car, Corin said nothing as he started the ignition. Jasmine folded her arms across her chest and sank into the seat, her mouth set into a firm line. The anger roiling from him thickened the air, almost to the point that she had difficulty breathing. Minutes passed in silence, and instead of diffusing, she could have sworn his fury ratcheted up a few more notches.
    What the hell was his problem? She was the one who sat in his car feeling almost like a rebellious teenager. He wasn’t her guardian or her father. He was part of the damned problem!
    Finally, when she thought she might grind her teeth into powder, she’d had enough. “Well, are you going to say anything?”
    Corin dragged his attention to her, raking her body with a heated caress of his eyes. “When we get to my place, I’m going to take you bare assed over my knee, and you are going to pay for running when I told you not to.”

Chapter Nine
    He took a chance when she’d run that she’d head back to the clinic where he’d first seen her. On foot it seemed a logical place for her to go. So Corin had taken his time to retrieve his car and parked it in a strategic location. He only had to wait for her to pass by and then could convince her to get in and go with him.
    The minute he saw her alone, a prime target for any executioner who was on her scent, his heart leapt into his throat. Never in his life could he remember fear almost paralyzing him to the point of immobility as it had in that moment. He’d stared down perhaps hundreds of men in his life as a gladiator, men who had wickedness in their hearts, survival in their eyes. But the exhilaration he’d felt during those times paled in comparison to knowing Jasmine came this close to getting caught.
    His anger was so close to maniacal he hadn’t wanted to say a word to her, hadn’t thought at all when he answered her flippant inquiry. Just let the first thing that hit his mind come flying out. And when he smelled the rush of her body’s cream at his response, his heart stopped and his mind went blank.
    â€œYou wouldn’t dare.” A breathless whisper.
    He bared his teeth because they were growing too fucking painful. “You’re about to find out, don’t worry.”
    All of his training demanded he turn the car around, that he turn her over to his replacement. If not that, maybe even set up a safe meeting spot for her to discover who her sire might be, but his mind had other ideas. His mind teased him with memories of lacy white panties that were little more than scraps of material. It toyed him into rigid stiffness, along with fleeting glimpses of pink areolae and beaded nipples behind a white bra.
    He felt her tension, a living, breathing part of her that wanted to be soothed. Because she neared another cycle, he felt her arousal too. Almost tasted it in the back of his throat. For twenty minutes he suffered in silence, his body tightening with every passing minute. The longer he remained quiet and brooding, the more her arousal coiled around his neck. Turning into his driveway, he pulled the car into the garage, trying to breathe through his mouth and not inhale that maddening scent.
    â€œWe’re here,” he said, his voice strangled.
    Some instinct carried him back to this house, a place where he could think about his next steps without worrying about their