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before the Renegades destroyed the stockpile, and that both she and this woman were ICE users. Except ICE users couldn’t wind-walk. No. They were full-blooded GTECHs, as impossible as that seemed. Back on point, he added, “Bottom line, Sabrina was kicking your ass.”
    An instant of surprise flickered across her face, her gaze clouded, then she opened her mouth to speak. He had the distinct, certain impression, that she didn’t know Sabrina’s history, but she quickly pursed her lips.
    Damion arched an inquiring brow, letting her know he hadn’t missed her reaction, which only served to tick her off all over again.
    Her eyes sparked angrily. “She wasn’t kicking my ass, and you will not bait me into telling you anything. We both know you’re trying to manipulate me into giving you information, and that’s the only reason you interfered in that confrontation back there. Well, you might as well move on to torture, because your manipulation isn’t working. I’m not telling you anything.” She tried to twist away from him.
    That was it. Even a soldier with respect for women had limits. Damion was done with all this struggling. He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around hers, so she couldn’t move.
    Fury and indignation burned in her stare. “Remember this moment when the tables turn, and I hold you captive,” she said. “Because mark my words, the tables will turn.”
    Heat slid through his limbs—the idea of being held captive by this woman was not so unappealing. Somehow though, he doubted sharing his fantasy of them wrapped together in naked, sweaty bliss—with silk ties and bedroom sheets—would work in his favor. Damn the woman was infuriating and soft, and sonofabitch, she felt good in his arms when she shouldn’t. She was a distraction, and perhaps that was what Adam had intended, a distraction that could turn deadly if he didn’t get his shit together.
    His lips thinned and his expression hardened. “If anyone here is doing any manipulating, it’s you,” he said tightly. “In fact, for all I know, that whole fight back there was staged to get me to do just what I did. Take you someplace off the grid, where I’m vulnerable to attack. You could be wearing a tracking mechanism, and trying to keep me outside where a gaggle of wind-walkers can trap me. Or maybe you don’t need a tracking device. Maybe you’re on a Tracker’s radar.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded.
    He didn’t answer, his instincts setting him on alert. A human woman who’d had sex with a GTECH put off an energy or essence. From that point on, unless that woman was below ground level, a gifted Tracker could find her. He was one of those Trackers, and he sensed nothing in this woman, but then she was the first female GTECH he’d encountered. Just because he didn’t know how to track her didn’t mean it couldn’t be done. “That’s it. We’re going underground.”
    “I’m not going—”
    “Oh yeah, you are,” he said and bent over to pick her up. She yelped as he threw her over his shoulder and headed toward the cabin. He had a passage nearby that led to the underground emergency facility the Renegades had installed some time back, when more and more, they’d found themselves chasing Zodius threats to Washington. “And don’t even think about wind-walking, because I promise you, I’ll follow.”
    He walked toward the cabin, tuning out the female’s curses, some of which would make a sailor blush. Hell, they might even make Chale blush, and that wasn’t an easy task. Her nice, round backside, just above where his hand rested on her bare thighs, wasn’t as easily tuned out. In fact, his hand itched to reach up and pop her right on one of those cute little cheeks just for making him notice it. Good thing she didn’t notice his distraction, or he had a feeling her verbal bashing would get worse.
    Right about then she vehemently vowed, “I’m going to kill you when I get down from