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listen to bullshit. Whatever she was getting at, he wasn’t playing.
    “You’re being really mean.” Rowan sounded confused, but at least she didn’t sound right in his ear anymore. At least she was backing off.
    He needed that because, right now, his chest and head were buzzing with some strange sensation that made everything blurry. It was like anger, distrust, want, hope, despair, and desperation all rolled into one, and for what? She would be out of his life in twenty minutes. All he had to do was grab his suitcase and leave her ass here to do whatever she was going to do in this territory.
    His fucking leg hurt. It was that bone deep burn that wouldn’t go away, but it was always worse after sitting down for a long time. Rowan was probably watching him, and he hated that. Hated that she was witnessing how weak he was, and he couldn’t do a goddamned thing about it. Everybody stared. He wished he could stop limping, but it was impossible. He’d done the physical therapy.
    This was as good as he got.
    Kane pulled the hood of his sweatshirt farther over his head and ducked his chin to his chest so he could avoid the hell out of the stares as he made his way to baggage claim. When the chills lifted on the back of his neck again, Kane turned suspiciously. Rowan was following him at a distance, her chin tucked, her neck exposed. Those fucking gorgeous baby blues looked all sad and made him want to…want to…fix…something.
    “I’m not trying to stalk you. I just don’t know where to go,” Rowan called, slowing even more.
    Kane turned back around and did his best to ignore the instinct to duck out the side door and forget about his luggage.
    He didn’t understand her. He knew the facts—Rowan Barnett, age twenty-five, the only daughter of the Gray Back alpha, Creed, and his mate Gia. Beast Bloodrunner dragon, as big as Damon’s monster, and a fire-breather and lava-spewer to boot. She was one of the last great beasts of the skies. Went to school in Damon’s Mountains, didn’t go to college, never moved away from her crew. That was all he’d been able to dig up when he was familiarizing himself with his enemies. She’d stayed at the heart of Damon’s Mountains her entire life, and now she was here, in his territory, making no damned sense. The titan she hid shouldn’t be caged by this bubbly, submissive personality. It had to be a lie. She was an actress and deserved a standing ovation.
    There was a hundred percent chance she was sent by Damon to gather info on him, or outright kill him. Maybe it was because he was of breeding age now. He could spread Blackwing dragon genetics. Maybe. He didn’t know. Damon didn’t understand Kane wasn’t a threat to him or anyone else. Not anymore.
    He wouldn’t risk putting The Darkness in a kid, and besides…he wasn’t the kind to pair up. His life was a disaster, and he was an asshole, but he still had his head on straight enough. He wouldn’t ever hurt a woman by tethering her to him. He was doing the world a favor by staying alone, so why was Damon threatened now?
    And why the fuck had Damon Daye sent Rowan to hunt him?
    He’d been sharing territory with Harper Keller for months and hadn’t ever posed a threat, but then Rowan ends up in the seat next to him? No. This reeked of Damon intervention. Fate was a lie, and Rowan crashing into his life like a giant blinding meteor didn’t happen without help.
    Kane was being set up.
    He waited for his suitcase on the opposite side of the baggage claim from Rowan. It took forever. Almost everyone had picked up their luggage and gone by the time his came out. God, he had to piss. He was so tempted to hold it, but it was a long-ass drive from Asheville to Bryson City.
    Rowan was still waiting, the last one here, looking panicked. As Kane made his way to the restroom, he could hear her voice echoing after him as she asked someone if there were any more bags coming.
    Not his problem, not his concern. The last damsel in