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intensify . With her being a shifter she knew who and what he was to her, that she was his mate and that also meant he wouldn’t be letting her go, no matter who her father was. Fuck . But that didn’t make his anger that she was here, that she had found him, any less momentous.
    “Who sent you?” He kept his voice low and didn’t hold off on the growl that was laced within the words. Despite the darkened room he saw her perfectly. Her eyes widened further, and she took a step back. What confused him was why she was so frightened if Viktor had sent her, which he clearly had, because the chances that she just happened to stumble upon him were slim to none. But Maverick had known this day was inevitable. The logical explanation was that she was bait, and that they had somehow, against all odds, realized what she was to him and planned on using her against him. It was a pretty fucking farfetched reason, but when it came to the Milokov crime family, he didn’t put anything past them. He may have just found her, only spent a few moments in her presence, but that didn’t make his need to protect her or keep her close to him any less intense. It didn’t matter if this was all staged, or if she was part of some conspiracy because her father knew he was still alive. This little Pallas’s cat was his, and no one would change that.
    “W-what?” She stuttered out that word, and he knitted his brow. She could try to act coy, play games, and lie to him, but when he inhaled deeply he knew she was doing none of those. He was a shifter and could tell things by scent, sight, and instinct alone, but the type of breed he was, more animal than human, had his senses far more advanced, precise, and sharp. He could tell that his question had come as a surprise to her. When he didn’t answer her she spoke again. “No one sent me.” Her voice was low, and the aroma of hyacinth filled the room.
    “No?” He crossed his arms over his chest, made no move to take a step toward her, yet she backed away because he obviously terrified her. She was smart, had no doubt sensed his feral lion, and was trying to think of a way to escape, but there was none. He blocked the door and had no intentions of letting her out of his sight anyway. “You know what you are to me, yeah?” He heard her swallow, watched the delicate line of her throat move from of the act, and saw her nod. “Then you also know I won’t let you go.” She clenched her hands in front of her, but he saw the way she looked around the room in a frantic notion.
    “You don’t understand.” She licked her lips, and Maverick was mesmerized by the sight. “You can’t keep me here. I have to go, keep moving, or—”
    “Or?” He cocked an eyebrow. “You stink of Viktor Milokov.” Her eyes widened even further.
    “What?” That one word was whispered so low that if he hadn’t been a shifter with his heightened senses he wouldn’t have heard it. “How do you know of him?”
    She was not just a blood relative of the bastard he had gotten away from, but his fucking daughter. Their scents were so closely matched that it was undeniable. But where Viktor reeked of death and vileness, this female smelled sweet and floral, and he hated to admit it, but he grew even harder because of it. He shouldn’t want her, especially because she was Viktor’s daughter. He hadn’t ever seen her while working for the bastard, but wouldn’t have gone near her regardless. But fuck, he had no choice now, because letting her go was not an option.
    “How I know of him doesn’t matter. Why are you here?” She may not know that he had been the male to carry out her father’s hits, and the one who had taken more lives than he cared to admit out loud, but that didn’t mean if she was caught Viktor’s men wouldn’t be able to scent him on her. Maverick was tired of death, tired of waking up from the nightmares and having sweat coat him. Had he really been stupid enough to think he could come out