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of this whole in some form? He was too damn old for this shit and just wanted a fucking moment of peace. He hadn’t truly gotten peace in the last six years, not when blood filled his dreams like a gushing river. But then this female had come along, all curves and smelling sweet as fuck, and all he had to do was look at her and it was like nothing else mattered. Keeping his back to the door, he took his left arm and reached across his chest to peel the curtain aside and look outside. There was no movement that he could detect, but still he didn’t lower his defenses. Maverick slid his eyes toward her again. “You need to start talking.” She licked her lips again, and he had to hold in the deep growl that would have left him at the sight of her small pink tongue sliding along her plump bottom lip.
    “About what?”
    He did growl then, but this time it was from annoyance and not because she looked so damn good.
    “ Don’t fucking play games. Let’s start with who you are.”
    She breathed out, rubbed her finger between her eyes, and then eyed the bed. “Can I sit down? It seems like we might be here a while.” He tilted his chin toward the bed. When she was seated on the edge of the mattress with her purse in her lap, she looked over at him. “First, you know who I am, so I’m not sure why you even asked that.” Huh, his mate had a bit of a bite in her. Yeah, he knew who she was, but he wanted her to tell him, wanted her to know that keeping anything from him was not going to happen. She sighed heavily, looked up at the ceiling for a moment, and then finally looked back to him. “I don’t want to drag you into my mess, and if I start talking that is exactly what will happen.”
    His mate was causing all sorts of emotions to move through him a turbulent wave. Annoyance, arousal, frustration, and the need to rip her clothes off, sink his canines into her, and leave his mark on her body. He didn’t answer, just waited with barely restrained impatience for her to continue. He felt her walls break down with each passing second, and the scent of her tears forming filled the room like a fresh rainstorm. Chest clenching painfully for the first time in his miserable existence, Maverick refused to show any emotion, because hell, he had never done so before.
    “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t try and protect you.” For a second Maverick couldn’t breathe, let alone move, as her words speared him. She was trying to protect him? Before he could really contemplate that she started talking. “I’m trying to disappear, because if my father finds me I know my life will be over, and I don’t mean in the figurative sense.” Maverick watched her for a moment before pushing away from the door and moving closer to her. Despite the fact she was his mate and had nothing to fear from him, she scooted back to the other side of the bed.
    “I’m not going to hurt you.” He kept his voice low and nonthreatening. He took a seat in the chair that sat across from the bed and rested his forearms on his thighs. “Viktor Milokov is your father.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, but she nodded regardless. “And what you’re saying is you ran from him?” She nodded again, and he scrubbed a hand over his eyes. “Did he hurt you? Is that why you left?” A fierce rage started burn deep inside of him at that thought. She slowly shook her head, and he breathed out. Fuck, this female was going to have him crazy protective before they even left the room. “What’s your name?” It took her a moment to answer, and the scent of her wariness was strong. “I’m the last person you have to fear.”
    “Kettah.”
    He rolled the name around in his head. He liked it, a whole fucking lot. “So then if Viktor didn’t hurt you why are you running?” Of course there were a plethora of reasons why she could have left: drugs, prostitution, trafficking.
    “How do you know my father exactly?”
    A low growl left him, and not because his