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tightly…
    Because she didn’t want to let him go.
    ***
    Morgan dreamed of Jace’s life that day. The images flew through her mind, one after the other.
    A young Jace, had to be barely thirteen, running through the woods. Falling. Shifting. Screaming.
    Changing.
    Older, he strode into a vampire bar. When two vampires leapt at him, he struck out with his claws.
    Blood covered the floor.
    There was more blood. Always more. He hunted. He killed. A perfect weapon. There were women. They passed in a flurry. Beds. Sex.
    Jace. Aging. Growing.
    Stronger, deadlier.
    Not enough laughter in his life. Just death and violence.
    Then…
    Me.
    Morgan saw herself in his memories, in the days that she already struggled to remember. Standing in the sunshine that last time, feeling normal. Human. He’d watched her. Seen her cry. Not human tears, because then, she’d been beyond that. Tears of blood. The sign that her change was at hand.
    “ Kill the bitch. Teach them that no vampire is beyond our reach.”
    An image of the pack’s ex-alpha rolled through her mind. “ Do the job. Rip out her throat.”
    Jace stalked toward her. She stood on her balcony, staring up at the night. His claws were out.
    Then she looked down—at him.
    There were no tears this time.
    Jace turned away.
    But the blood didn’t stop. He’d gone back for the alpha. “You can’t take me, boy, you don’t even know how strong I—”
    The alpha’s blood had stained Jace’s claws.
    Morgan tried to shut out the memories. It was too much. She didn’t want to see anymore. No more death. It was all he knew.
    Yet he hadn’t killed her .
    As the images kept pushing forward, she realized that Jace had visited her again. And again. She hadn’t known it, but he’d been there so many times. Not to kill.
    To guard.
    ***
    Jace watched her while she slept and wondered what memories she saw. He knew how the bite worked. Another reason the vamps had stopped drinking directly from humans was because they couldn’t stand the memory overload.
    When you drank from a live source, you saw memories.
    What did the vampiress see?
    He bent over the bed and wiped away the bloody tears that trekked from her eyes. He’d always hated her tears.
    You see me now, don’t you? The dead had piled at his feet over the years. If he had one talent in this world, it was killing.
    It would be a talent that aided them when the battle with the demons came. But…what would Morgan think of him when she woke?
    “I’m not a fucking monster.” Liar, liar…and who’d know better than her? In his head now, always, there’d be no hiding from her.
    She’d know it all and understand the obsession he carried. For her. He eased away from the bed. He didn’t want to look into her eyes with the memories between them. Not yet.
    Jace spun away and left the room.
    He hurried down the hall and shoved open the front door. The afternoon sunlight hit him, bright and hot, the way it always was in Miami. The buzz of insects bled from the nearby swamp, droning on and on. When he jumped down the steps, his first in command, Louis, pushed away from his truck.
    Jace had heard the other wolf drive up. He’d just taken his time about heading out.
    “We got trouble,” Louis said, his Cajun accent rolling easily on the words. “No one seen any sign of Mike. Nothin’ except his blood in an alley.”
    Jace’s brows snapped up. “Look, that asshole is just sleeping it off someplace, he’s—”
    “That alley reeked of vamp, alpha.” Louis shook his head. “Not your pretty little vamp. Didn’t smell like sex and blood and flowers…”
    Jace’s teeth snapped together. But, fuck, yeah, that was how she smelled.
    “More like hate, death, and…brimstone.”
    Brimstone? “You saying demons were there, too?”
    Louis’s shoulders rolled. “I’m sayin’ we got us a missin’ wolf. And blood and vamps where they damn sure don’t need to be.”
    In wolf territory.
    He glanced back at the house.
    Gravel