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bound.” Darkyn pretended to consider.
    “You made a deal for me. Why would you kill
me?”
    “If I don’t like what I find, I’m not
obligated to keep you alive before the bonds form,” he said
pointedly. “You interpreted what he told you in a way that gave you
hope.”
    She knocked away his next attempt to reach
her, fully aware he was distracting her physically while whittling
down her resistance mentally.
    “Of all the Immortals and deities fucking
with you, I have no need to lie. Yet you trust him over me.”
    “I don’t trust any of you! From the first
minute I was dragged into this fucked up world, I’ve been lied to
and used. Past-Death claims to – stop! Don’t touch me!” she said
with a shudder at the fire his fingers sent through her arm.
“Past-Death almost killed me and you trick me into coming here. Now
you want to make sure I never leave!”
    “I saved your life. By law, you are mine
twice over even without the blood bond.”
    Her back hit the wall. He stopped close
enough for their bodies to touch if she breathed in too deeply.
    “I’m the only one who hasn’t lied to you.
Even Gabriel has,” Darkyn said.
    “No,” she said flatly. “You won’t turn me
against him.”
    “Why? Because you felt the
mating bond with him first? The same one you feel with me? He did
nothing but hide the truth from you. Your illness, Wynn,
Past-Death. He was in love with a ghost and unwilling to take a
chance on you .
Did he tell you who he was before he fucked you?”
    “Stop!” she grated. His words struck her as
true; they were the same doubts she’d had about Gabriel since she
met him. Feeling claustrophobic, she broke the plane between them
and shoved him. Darkyn caught her hands and pushed them down to her
side. His magic shot through her. His nearness was driving her
crazy. She smelled something faint, familiar. Entrancing. It was
calling to her. She felt as if she hadn’t just eaten a large
breakfast. She was starving.
    “You know the Immortal mating bond is what
made you connect with him,” Darkyn continued.
    “No,” she insisted. “You can never
understand.” She stared hard at his chest as she struggled with her
anger and need. They were spinning out of control, fed by the
direct contact with him and the elusive scent that was making her
mouth water. Her whole body was burning up with something she
never, ever expected to feel for a demon: need.
    “So you feel nothing now,” he stated. “Say
it. Lie to me and tell me you aren’t about to throw yourself at my
feet and beg me to fuck you.”
    His mocking tone infuriated her. She
wrenched free of his hold and pushed him hard enough to slide out
from between him and the wall.
    “I wonder what your Gabriel will think when
he finds out. Fucking the Dark One. Blood bound to the Dark One.
And only the Dark One.”
    “It won’t happen.”
    Breathing raggedly, she tried hard to rein
in the emotions that were close to landing her in trouble. She
hated his rules, but she wasn’t fighting him. She was trying hard
not to run. She wasn’t going to give him an excuse to attack her.
It struck her that he was baiting her, perhaps for that reason.
    “I am sick of this shit,” she said. “I’m
sick of deities and Immortals tricking and lying to me. What do you
want? Or are you just tormenting me for the fun of it?”
    “Does it matter?”
    She faced him again. “You wouldn’t be here
if it didn’t. You won’t convince me what I felt towards Gabriel
wasn’t real, and there is nothing you can do to make me do this
blood bond.”
    “You already know the Immortal mating is
what made you feel that way towards Gabriel. If you thought
otherwise, you wouldn’t have fucked me last night,” he said,
meeting her gaze.
    “What? I …” she gaped at him. “It was a
dream!”
    “It was the final stage of your transition
into a demon. It might have felt like a dream, but I can assure you
it was not,” he said, smiling.
    “I refuse to believe