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be away from him, away from the lure of his presence.
Lucian moved without seeming to do so, covering the distance between them in the blink of an eye. "No,
you do not, Jaxon. I can read your mind. It is too late. He is going to come after me. And you still want
to protect me."
"Yes, he is coming after you," she burst out, "and I'm not going to walk into a room and find you dead
on the floor, your body mangled and bloodied. I can't go through that again. I won't. I mean it, Lucian."
His arms snaked around her easily, drawing her back into his embrace, calming her with a touch. "You
are so beautiful, Jaxon. You amaze me the way you are so determined to give up your life for others.
Come home with me where you will be safe and where we can get to know each other. Look at it this
way: If Drake comes after me, at least you will be there to warn me."
She was falling under the enchantment of his sorcerer's black-velvet voice. Drowning in the depths of
black sexy eyes. Mesmerized by the curve of his sensual mouth. "I have things at my apartment that really
matter to me."
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"Your mother's things." He said it softly. "I had them moved from your apartment. They are safe in your
room in my home."
Her eyes flashed fire at him. "You had no right."
"I had every right. You are my lifemate, always in my care. I can do no other than see to your happiness.
You are under my protection at all times. The things that are important to you are important to me."
"If that's true, why in the world did you provoke Drake?" Her fingers were twisting the material of his
immaculate shirt nervously.
His hand covered hers, holding her palm flat against his heart. "I cannot leave such a man out there
threatening your life. You would not leave such a threat to my life."
Jaxon sighed, a heavy weight pressing on her chest. "You're right, Lucian, I wouldn't. I have no choice
now. I have to try to find him."
Lucian actually found himself smiling. He couldn't help himself. She was so determined that she was the
one who had to take care of him. He shook his head, then bent to touch her hair with his lips.
Jaxon's heart skipped a beat. What was the use of arguing with him? She couldn't stay in the hospital.
Every doctor and nurse she smiled at would be at risk. Who knew what went on in Drake's twisted
mind? What did she have to lose? Besides, someone needed to find out who Lucian really was and what
he wanted. And he wasn't going to die. She owed him for saving Barry, if for nothing else. Neither she
nor Barry ever would have made it out of the warehouse alive. She had to stay with Lucian as his
bodyguard at least until Drake was found.
Lucian's hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her thick mop of blond hair. The
strands were like silk. "You are worried for your partner's safety."
"Drake may strike at him. I've always worried about that. I used to change partners constantly until
Barry came along. He refused to switch, and the captain listened to him, despite what a risk it was.
Drake might be angry enough to hurt me through him."
"He has never tried to hurt you, angel," he said softly. "His motive has nothing to do with harming or
punishing you. In his mind he is your savior in a sense, your protector. You are his beloved daughter.
That is how he thinks. All the rest of us are merely trying to separate the two of you."
"Even now, after all this time? How could he think that?"
His hand could not stay still, his fingers continually caressing her hair. Why he was so partial to that
short, untamed mop was beyond him, but he decided it was something he didn't want to live without. She
was essential to him. It amused him that she couldn't comprehend what he was: a Carpathian hunter with
tremendous powers and knowledge. His skills went far beyond those of any human male. He could
become a shadow, the mist itself. He was far stronger than any mortal, could read the wind, command
the heavens. He could run like the wolf and fly like the birds of prey. He could control the thoughts of the
humans around him, draw them to him with his voice, and entice their compliance in anything he might
choose. He could destroy from a distance, even command his prey to destroy itself. He could track
anyone or anything once set on the correct path Nothing could escape him not the undead and certainly
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