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with long, deep thrusts.
    After a moment, his tone changed. “Jill . . . fuck, there’s something wrong. Your scent . . . it’s—it’s too much . . .”
    I leaned back and grasped his face in my hands and looked up at him. I gasped as I saw that his eye had changed from gray to black, his upper lip peeled back from his teeth in a fierce grimace.
    “What is it?”
    His thrusts became quicker and harder, and he clutched my shoulders painfully hard before his hands moved to my throat. Fear ripped through me.
    “No,” he growled, his teeth clenched together. “I want to ... fuck—I want to taste your blood, sink my teeth into you—”
    He growled again, only this time it sounded like a wild animal. He let go of his crushing grip on me and a split second later I heard a loud rip. Shocked, I looked to see what was happening. He’d grabbed the mattress to either side of me and shredded it to ribbons.
    His face loomed over mine, red and furious. A vein stood out on his forehead and the blackness of his eye scared the hell out of me. It was the same as a vampire’s eyes when they were hungry and ready to attack.
    I was suddenly and completely afraid of him. Afraid he was going to lean over and tear my throat out while he still moved inside of me.
    “Declan, no—” I braced my hands against his chest, my previous desire for him turning to cold fear. “You need to control yourself.”
    “Fuck,” he snarled and finally pulled out of me. He pushed back from the bed, staggering back a few steps, then tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them up.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?”
    “It’s—” His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked painful. He grabbed hold of either side of his head. “Fuck!”
    Then he raised his still-black gaze to mine again. Mixed with the rage there I could have sworn I saw hate. His hands became fists and he moved toward the bed again.
    Panic clutched at me. He looked ready to kill.
    I scrambled back, falling right off the bed, and landed hard on my ass, then crawled backward from him as he drew nearer. I held a hand up. “Declan, try to think. Something bad’s happening and this isn’t you.”
    “This is me.”
    “What’s going on? Please tell me. I can help you!”
    “You can’t help me. This is because of you. My need for you turned into this . You don’t know what’s going through my head right now. You wouldn’t like it very much.”
    I didn’t need to know for sure. I could see it. He wanted to tear me apart.
    He swore and came at me fast, his bare arms flexed, showing taut, sinewy muscle.
    “No, Declan, don’t—” A scream caught in my throat. I was certain he was going to hit me, but instead he plowed his fists right through the wall, above where I was pressed up against it, reducing the drywall to a splintered crumble.
    His breathing was erratic, his face only inches from my own.
    I shook with fear, afraid to touch him, afraid to move. “What is this?”
    “I can’t touch you, Jill. Not again. Not like this. Not even when it’s all I fucking want in the world.”
    Before I could say anything, and I wasn’t even sure what I could say, he grabbed his shirt and left the motel room, leaving me there alone, naked and shivering on the floor.
    My blood might not kill a dhampyr. But it made him want to kill me.

3
     
    AN HOUR LATER, DECLAN HADN’T RETURNED. IT GAVE me way too much time to worry about what had happened.
    It was like a stranger had been looking out at me through his eyes. While he and I didn’t exactly have a long history together or, for that matter, anything in common apart from our current on-the-run predicament, we had an understanding, both spoken and unspoken.
    He’d chosen to leave the government-funded research compound to accompany me. To protect me. To ... be with me.
    A lot of money had been spent developing Nightshade. The person who’d created it hadn’t left any written notes behind; the formula was entirely in his