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spring fever and Itor’s agents coming out of the blue, it
couldn’t be helped.
    Kira
had bonded with him—she’d taken him without hesitation, as if she couldn’t help
herself, and he’d known out there in the barn that everything the file said
about her was true.
    At
least you got to her before Derek.
    He
was still restless, and thinking about Kira’s body taut against his didn’t
help. He dragged the body roughly through the wooded area that backed up the
barn and tried to shove him up under one of the old tarps that covered the
cords of wood.
    Two
other bodies were in the way. The two missing farmhands, most likely guys who
never did anything worse than spit tobacco and screw the farmer’s daughter. He
peered more closely at them for cause of death and saw that their necks had
both been broken cleanly—with very little effort, based on the state of the
bodies.
    Derek.
    They’d
been dead for a couple of weeks—with the smell of compost and manure out here,
the decomposition of rotting flesh would’ve been easy to miss. His fresh kill
joined the other two men and he re-covered them with the tarp. He’d bury them
later so the animals didn’t come into contact with them. That was sloppy on
Derek’s part.
    He
glanced up at the main house to check that all the lights were still off. He
wasn’t worried about Derek—the guy was going to sleep through until morning. He
wasn’t as sure about Kira, but figured he had at least a few more hours alone.
    Something
brushed his back, and he turned swiftly, figuring it was that goat again. But
thankfully, there was no sign of the tattletale creature. Instead, one of the
more beautiful horses he’d seen earlier whinnied and stomped in front of him.
    Nothing
more beautiful than a female when she’s looking for attention.
    “Come
here, baby,” he murmured, and she complied, head down, and nuzzled against his
chest. He brushed his hands over her neck, then put his head against it and
breathed in deeply.
    He
missed this, no matter how much he told himself he didn’t. Maybe if it had been
more of his choice to leave the farm all those years before, things would’ve
been different.
    But
tonight, right now, there was no difference between the boy he’d been and the
man he’d become. His muscles stretched, taut under his skin, his pulse raced
steadily, and he knew what he needed. He gave the nag a firm pat on the rump,
and she took off, eager for the game. He was right behind her, cutting through
the night air until his skin was damp with sweat and the trees were a blur, ran
until he couldn’t think or feel anything beyond his own limbs flying and the
natural, desperate high he craved.
     
    THE
TINGLE THAT WOKE KIRA made her shiver between her sheets, even though her skin
felt hot to the touch. She groaned, rolled to a cool spot in her bed and looked
at the clock. Just after ten. Five hours since she’d had Tom. Five hours. She must have been exhausted, because her body never let her go more than four.
    A
slave to the tight pull between her legs that was worse than usual thanks to
the extra hour she’d slept, she groggily swung her feet to the floor, yawned.
Her head swam. She pressed her palm to her forehead. Sex withdrawals. Right on
time. She needed to hurry.
    She
stood. Frowned. Looked down. She was naked. Not normally anything to cause
concern, since she slept that way, but she didn’t remember getting undressed.
    She
didn’t remember much of anything after dinner.
    Her
body didn’t care about what her mind remembered or didn’t remember. It hummed
with hunger, throbbed with need, and she decided she’d solve the memory mystery
later.
    Quickly,
she threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top, and padded out of her room. A
dozen dogs and cats sleeping in various places on blankets on the floor lifted
their heads to watch her with exaggerated hopefulness, like she was a total
sucker.
    “Nice
try, guys,” she whispered. “Not time to eat.”
    She
crept up the