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golden eyes hadn’t changed. They looked the same as when she was in human form. “Hey, I remember her. She was sitting in first class with us.” Her gaze whipped over to Brawn. “And you. I saw you in coach.” She made an angry circle in the air that encompassed the room. “All of you were there.” She glowered at Striker. “Did you glamour me last night? That’s what happened, isn’t it? I knew it.”
    Striker didn’t explain his actions to anyone, and it was beneath him to argue with pushy, overbearing females. He grabbed her shoulder and plowed into the barrier of her white magic. For a second, her dogmatic resolve fought his own. He rarely met an enchanted human who could resist him, and he could feel annoyance swelling inside his chest.
    â€œIf you want to live, don’t do that juju thing again. I mean it.” Her fists shot up to push his hand away.
    His power broke through before she could fend him off. He gave her the subliminal suggestion to relax.
    Her arms fell at her sides, even as her eyes lost their luster, the gaze of someone who had spent too long in a bar with a bottle of cheap gin.
    â€œNow I’m the only person you can trust,” he said.“You’ll do exactly as I command.” He enjoyed this little victory more than he should. He had a feeling Takala Rainwater rarely lost contests of will. What she didn’t know was that he never lost them. “We’re going to walk through this airport without incident, and you follow my commands to the letter. Is that clear?”
    â€œRight, chief,” she repeated in a toneless robotic voice.
    Striker received a call on his phone. He recognized Hacker, a young vampire and B.O.S.P. agent. He must have been on the team Mimi had dispatched to the airport ahead of them. “Yes?”
    â€œWe have the target. She’s getting into a taxi.”
    â€œStay out of sight and do not engage. I repeat, do not engage. I want ten-minute updates on her movements.”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    Striker shut his phone, grabbed Takala Rainwater’s elbow and escorted her through the airport. “Ten minutes?” she asked distractedly, staring over at him. “We could lose her in ten minutes.”
    â€œI did not ask for your advice, Miss Rainwater.”
    â€œIt’s free, so take it.” A flaunting smile lit up her face.
    â€œFree or not, keep it to yourself.” Striker tried not to look at her lips.
    Her brows rose slightly, as if she was having a hard time with that command. Then she said, “Okay. Where are we going?”
    â€œThat remains to be seen.”
    â€œI don’t like this.”
    â€œThat makes two of us.”
    â€œGosh, I’m hungry. Can we get a burger?” she asked in a candid, almost childish entreaty. She batted her long lashes at him innocently.
    Striker thought she was way too alluring when she was subjugated and compliant. His expression darkened. Now that he had her, what could he do with her? Culler knew what Takala looked like and her identity. She might want to tie up loose ends. He couldn’t just put her on a plane back to the States; she could be in danger. No, he’d have to keep her with him. He heard her whine again for food, and he frowned so hard his forehead hurt.

Chapter 7
    â€œG et in,” Nightwalker pointed to the backseat of the Saab.
    â€œSure, then can we eat?” Takala nodded a greeting to the driver sitting behind the wheel, a female with red hair and freckles. She looked all of sixteen, the girl next door, save for the pale luminous skin and the fangs that had jutted just below her upper lip when Takala sat down behind her. Takala was certain she didn’t like or trust vampires, but she wasn’t used to being rude, either, so she said, “How’s it going?”
    The woman said something in a foreign language. It sounded Russian, and the tone was not at all cordial. Nightwalker