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smile was evil as she turned her attention to her uncle. “I think I’ve got things under control here.”
    Gus nodded slowly but then turned to him again. “Tell her she can call us if she needs anything.”
    Was that all it would take to get them to leave? “You can call them anytime you wish.”
    She took a step away from him and it was all he could do to let her go. His hands shook with the need to reach out to her and he longed for the smell of clove and cinnamon that clung to her hair. “What a gentleman you are.”
    “I honestly want to make this as easy on you as possible.”
    She laughed harshly. “You’ll have to forgive my cynicism.”
    Jacob was watching their conversation carefully, judging each word. “I don’t like this, Nic. If you want me to stay, just say the word.”
    “No. You should go. Tell Izzy I’m fine.” Then her attention went to Gus. “I can take care of myself.”
    He could certainly attest to that. What had she done to him? She shouldn’t have been able to use her magic against him. That was one of the many benefits to having someone bound. “I won’t let anything hurt her, I promise.” His voice was raw, wild, but the promise was for him. He didn’t really care if they believed him.
    The two men looked at her uncomfortably but didn’t say anything. “You should go now,” Nikki continued. “He’s not going to tell me why I’m his guest in front of you.”
    They were reluctant, but they did finally leave. Not that that made things better for Isaac. Now he was alone with a nearly naked seductress who wanted him dead. And damn if he still didn’t want to rip that shirt off and fuck her against the wall.

Chapter Three
     
    Fury burned in the pit of her stomach. And she welcomed it. Its heat dulled the sharp hunger that’d been buried deep in her core since she’d woken up. How could she still want him? He’d specifically put her into a vulnerable state just to betray her. That wasn’t the kind of guy a girl wastes fantasies over.
    And yet, she was.
    It only pissed her off more. But if she had to be pissed off and sexually frustrated, the least she could do was share the misery. And if the look on his face was anything to go by, she was succeeding marvelously.
    “What’s happened to me?” he asked as soon as the door closed.
    She probably should feel some guilt at the sound of confusion mixed with pain in his voice. Should, but didn’t. “You drank seductress blood,” she answered simply. “How does it feel?” Stepping close to him once more, she ran the tip of one finger down the front of his chest. “Is it a roaring fire burning what little is left of your soul to ash, or is it an icy dullness reminding you that you’ll never be whole if I’m not there?” For her, it was ice. She needed the warmth of his body on her, against her, in her so badly she hurt with it.
    “Fire. God, how do I make it stop?” Turning his back to the wall, he leaned against its strength as if his whole world had just been shaken.
    “I wouldn’t know. I’ve had the stuff running through my veins longer than I can remember.”
    “But you shouldn’t be able to use your magic against me. The bond—”
    “This has nothing to do with the bond and I’m not using my magic against you.” Needing the space as much as he did, she took a step away from him. He reached out to her but quickly caught himself, snatching his hand back to his side. “You drank my blood. I’m a seductress, what did you think my magic would feel like? Rainbows, unicorns and fairy dust?”
    He slid down the wall and then wiped a hand over his face. “What now?”
    She took a deep breath and counted to ten before opening her mouth. He wasn’t the only one struggling to control his emotions. “Its hold will lessen—with time and space. It would help if we talked about something else.”
    “Distraction. That’s a good idea. Know much about football, baseball, middle-aged college coaches who are losing