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theory.” Luca put the hatchet back in the box. “All of the objects have a violent history, none of which was directed at you personally. Your cousin bears you malice. He clearly wishes you harm. He doesn’t know about your power or the legacy. If he did, he’d be dead already.”
    The menace in Luca’s voice made my neck hairs stand on end. Even though he’d agreed not to beat Reg into a bloody pulp, I knew the deal was tenuous.
    Julian nodded grimly. “I would see him dead as well.”
    “Enough, gentlemen. All this talk of murder is not cool.” And while I didn’t want Reg to hurt me anymore, I wasn’t a cold-blooded killer either. “He’s only thought bad things about me. He hasn’t acted on any of them.” And I’d had no further communication with him since the “incident” either. Of course, I’d sent a note thanking him for his gift, as was proper, and so he wouldn’t feel slighted. The last thing I needed was to provide more excuses for him to hate me.
    “Yet,” Luca ground out. “I will not suffer him to live if he harms you again in any way.”
    My heart did a little pitter-patter and my body went all warm and needy. Then I snapped back to reality. Weeks had passed and I wasn’t any closer to understanding the erotic heat between us. “You don’t own me, Luca. I’m not your anything.”
    He stalked up to me, cornering me against the nearest couch arm. “That is where you are wrong. I told you before. I am meant to protect you. We are bound together.”
    Warmth seeped into my pores. Every nerve ending in my body did a happy dance for him. I pretended not to feel it.
    A knowing smile twitched his lips. “Deny it all you want, my sweet.”
    His low, husky voice sent a jolt of desire right between my thighs.
    “Look at the time.” I shimmied away. “I’ve got practice tonight.”
    “Practice for what?” Luca called after me.
    Pretending not to hear, I scooped up my skates and gym bag, which I’d had the foresight to deposit by the library door beforehand, and raced down the stairs. Mr. Meadows, Ashworth Mansion’s chief butler, ensured my car was parked outside the front door ready for me, engine running. In situations where a quick getaway was warranted, having staff was advantageous.
    In the end, it didn’t matter how fast I drove, Luca teleported into the passenger seat.
    “Where are we going?” he asked, buckling his seatbelt.
    When I glared at him, he said with mock innocence, “What? I’ve seen you drive.”
    I ground my teeth. I wasn’t dignifying that with an answer. “ I am going to derby practice. New season starts in a few weeks. And I’m not missing it.” I circled out of the driveway, then punched the engine.
    Luca’s brows furrowed. “You race horses?”
    At the main gate, I revved it past the parasitic photographers hanging around. “No. Roller derby. You know, roller skating?”
    “No shit? I didn’t think anyone did that anymore.”
    “Tells you what you know. Not much!” I teased. “It’s fun. I started a few years ago.”
    “You will have to stop. It is too dangerous.”
    “Fuck no.”
    He sighed, no doubt exasperated. “You still don’t understand. What if you have to do a capture in the middle of a match?”
    “Bout, not match,” I automatically corrected. “Why are you such a killjoy? Don’t I get nights off once in a while?”
    “No.” Luca gripped the dashboard. “Please let go of your mortal pursuits.”
    Tough noogies. I wasn’t giving up every part of my life. “You don’t understand how hard I’ve worked to have a normal life. On the team, no one cares about my past. Some of them, believe it or not, don’t even know who I am.”
    “Yes. You were a naughty young thing, weren’t you?” he purred.
    Damn. I hoped he hadn’t seen the infamous sex tape.
    “Please. I’m trying to forget.” All those nights clubbing. The drinking, the drugs. The unprotected sex. It was a miracle I didn’t end up pregnant, diseased, or dead.