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legs wider. More. She needed more. She took a large lungful of air and prepared to let go her scream of rage.
    Death to those who denied her.
    Sean slammed into her and they fell to the floor. Her moan stopped abruptly as the air left her body. He straddled her hips and held her down. Deep brown eyes stared into her as he burst inside her head.
    He touched everywhere at once, as if tiny fingers from thousands of hands danced over her skin from head to foot. Her toes curled and she bucked up. He didn’t budge. He thrust through her consciousness, images played over and through them, racing thoughts of dreams, aches, memories, need. The spurn of the other kids in her neighborhood. The horror on her parents’ faces when she’d destroyed the house. The loneliness of the state-sponsored teen home. Her entire being opened to him and he rushed in like a symphony filled an auditorium, all the way to the outreaches. The beat of a bass drum thrummed through her.
    She panted and clutched at him. Sweat slicked over her. She watched a drop slowly slide down the side of his face. She wanted to lick it and swallow the salty flavor. She concentrated on the track of the drop, on the need to please him as he mentally claimed her. He invaded all that she was.
    His hips ground down, his thick erection hot and enticing. Her entire body went molten and eager. The connection between them hummed, vibrated, solidified into a chain of iron will, Sean’s will—a surprisingly gentle but stubborn sense of determination. Panting, he rolled off her and fell beside her on the floor.
    I’m sorry.
    It hit her then. He’d betrayed her. Took her without her permission. He’d claimed her as his talent partner. Partners weren’t always a romantic couple, could be platonic—in effect like siblings—but the way they’d glommed on each other, they’d be in each other’s beds. They’d be a full couple until one of them died. He’d basically just married her.
    She sensed his reasons. That he’d pushed into her mind to keep her from killing Griffin. But once there, they’d snapped together like magnets. He’d forced his way into her mind and taken her.
    Without her permission. She didn’t want a man in her life. Even Sean. Especially Sean. She couldn’t keep her desires in check. She’d hurt him. Badly. His pain would cripple her and she’d fall into her emotions, hurting them both all over again.
    Pain swept through her, debilitating. Her stomach cramped, but she pushed it aside until she was blank. Completely empty.
    Sean held all the cards. All the power in this little match-up. He could push at her mind and make her do his will. They were a talent couple. How did that happen? She’d only just met him in the flesh. Were they even balanced, or would he drain her dry? Of course he would.
    She had nothing. Would always have nothing.
    That’s not true, Daze.
    Her body still afire from their connection, she brushed at the tears on her face, kept her traitorous mouth shut and scrambled toward the door.
    Without a backward glance, she helped the dark-haired, grim-faced Griffin to his feet and pulled him up the stairs. She had to get out of here. And she was never coming back.

Chapter Four
     
    Sean’s foot tapped on the floor and his entire body vibrated in his seat.
    “So you finally did it,” Ray signed. Along with everything else they’d done, his two best friends, Ray and Griffin, had learned American Sign Language so they could talk with him, and he’d always be grateful.
    But Ray’s smug expression begged for a punch in the face. He forced himself to open his fist and sign back. “I shouldn’t have. She doesn’t want it.”
    “About time my best friend got his girl.”
    “How about you?” He pointed at Ray’s chest. His friend’s smile vanished, but it brought him no satisfaction. Sean dropped it and got back to what was more pressing. He signed, “She can’t do this alone. You shouldn’t have sent her in.”
    In the