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hers, pinning her, crushing her achy breasts. “You’re not going after her.”
    â€œYou’ll have to kill me to stop me.” Bold words, and she meant them.
    His gaze narrowed, scanning her face, looking at her, truly looking, probing her every featureas if he was trying to understand this new Sorcha.
    â€œBut then you were always good at killing.” Her voice lashed out as quickly as a whip finding exposed flesh. The killing had bothered him, then. The bloodshed. He had confided as much. She almost felt wrong to throw that back in his face.
    â€œI don’t have to kill you,” he drawled in a smoky voice that made her insides quiver. “I can just keep you here long enough for Tresa to get away, put enough distance between her and us that you won’t even know where to start hunting for her again.”
    Her chest clenched as she thought about how long it could take for her to find the elusive witch. How long she might be alone with Jonah. How long before he was satisfied that the witch was well and truly out of tracking range. How long could he possibly trap her in this remote location?
    Utterly, wretchedly alone with him.
    He glanced away from her face, scanning the large, well-appointed great room. He looked back at her. “I’m certain we can find something to pass the time. Do you still read? I see a bookcase.”
    She blinked. “Funny.” She surged against him in an effort to throw him off her again. Useless. “Too bad I’m not staying.”
    The light at the centers of his eyes intensified. Suddenly the hard press of his body overhers became too much. Her breasts, her hips, her thighs, everything quivered and ached and softened against his hard lines, melding them, fusing them into one. Her mouth watered, words impossible to form.
    â€œâ€™Course.” His voice rumbled up from his chest and into hers. “I’m sure we can come up with more interesting things to do.”

F IVE
    Sorcha.
Jonah reeled, overcome with the reality of her, the incredible sight. The emotion in her outraged expression made her more closely resemble the girl of memory, the Sorcha he thought dead, lost to him forever. The girl he had failed.
    He might have celebrated coming face-to-face with her. If she hadn’t been the woman he was here to stop—
kill,
if need be. If the press of her body against his didn’t send the blood smoldering in his veins.
    Except that this was Sorcha.
Sorcha
. Someone he had only ever viewed with tenderness, a little sister he must protect. The desire pumping through him made him feel base and foul. He shouldn’t find the press of her body so arousing, even if it was a normal reaction. Physiological. They were of the same species, after all. Naturally drawn to each other.
    It was this Ivo had counted on. He had believed the instincts of their kind would eventually forceJonah to breed with Sorcha. Of course Ivo had been wrong to assume he was a mindless rutting animal.
    His jaw clenched. He hadn’t been that beast all those years ago.
    And he wasn’t now.
    He was something more. Something better than a hybrid lycan. Something with a conscience.
    If he listened to Darby and any other member of her coven, they would have him believe he was their salvation—a demon slayer fated to the task of protecting white witches from demons.
    It shouldn’t matter that Sorcha was the female he’d come here to stop.
    But it did.
    He couldn’t take his gaze from her face, devouring the sight of her, the face that had changed, and yet was still the same in so many ways. Her doe eyes, her soft mouth …
    He shook his head. What was she doing here? Hunting Tresa?
    Conflicting impulses warred within him. He didn’t know whether to strangle her or hug her.
    Staring at the fierce creature Sorcha had become, he could only recall his misery as he stared at that building in Istanbul eaten up with writhing flames. He’d