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reached out and slid his hands up and down her arms, a light stroke designed to sooth.
    “Are you so angry because you actually care about what happens to me?” he asked softly.
    She snorted and tried to step away, but he held her shoulders. Tugging her closer, he watched as her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, a nervous gesture that drove him insane. When she was close enough, he leaned in and nipped at the spot her tongue had traced. As much as he savored her taste, it was the quickening in her pulse that he responded to most—the knowledge that despite her objections, her body was his. He would find a way to convince the rest of her. Later.

Chapter Three
    Way to resist him, Summer , she thought sarcastically. Things were going much too fast. The past twenty-four hours—less actually—was one long roller coaster ride. She was off balance, out of control, and she hated it. She’d gone from successfully avoiding Jackson to capture. Though it went far beyond the garden variety kidnapping when he created the mate bond. The sexual chemistry was nearly overwhelming, but she expected it. The emotional pull and intellectual curiosity threw her for a loop.
    Those were byproducts of the bond, right? God, she hoped so, or she was in real trouble.
    Spying the box containing Tinnie’s journals in the corner, she silently cursed her cousin. Tara had held the key—the spell that could break a mate bond—and destroyed it. With her limited casting abilities, Summer knew she wouldn’t be able to recreate it. Maybe the journals would have another way.
    It wasn’t until she tried to turn to begin that search that she realized Jackson still held her. While she’d been lost in thought, his arms slid around her waist. When she looked up, he was watching her with an amused expression.
    “So much for the uncontrollable passions of a mate bond.”
    His joking tone rekindled her irritation, and she pushed against his waist to break free. He winced and let her go when one of her hands brushed against his recent wound. She paced the room, sensing him studying her with all of the intensity of his wolf nature. The small coin talisman he wore threw a haze across her witch senses, but a new set of senses was awakening. In all her years of studying werewolves, she hadn’t realized how strong the psychic connection was between a mated pair. It was probably enhanced by her natural abilities.
    The problem was that with the talisman between them, she couldn’t pick apart what she was feeling. For instance, the constant challenges awakened a marrow-deep anger in her she hadn’t known she was capable of. That was a surprise and it scared her. Was she picking up Jackson’s anger or was it her own?
    She stopped pacing and stood in front of the window, taking in the winter landscape. These mountains had always spoken to her, and she felt a rush in her blood that seemed to whisper home . The house sat atop a mountain. With the trees around it bare, the vast panorama of the Great Smoky Mountains spread before her. She could see for miles. Peaks and valleys, roads, and a speck of a village off in the distance, a winding river, green pines, and always the white mist that gave the range its name.
    She was drawn to the view over and over; the peacefulness outside so at odds with the storm that raged within her.
    It did such a good job of settling her nerves that she didn’t even flinch when Jackson came up behind her and set his hands on her shoulders. Draping her long hair over one shoulder, he started a gentle kneading on stiff muscles. She let her head fall forward and moaned softly. His fingers were magic, instinctively giving just the right amount of dig into the sore areas of her upper back and brushing gently, teasingly over the column of her neck. Her body, which had been in a low level state of arousal since they entered the office, flared into life.
    He knew it, too. One hand dipped down the front of the shirt to feather over her