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out of this realm. The thought of leaving Saffron was unbearable, but the thought of snatching her, ripping her away from life in this world and taking her to a place best described as medieval, a place where there would never be fast cars or smartphones or big screen televisions because human technology did not play well with so much magic, was equally unbearable.
    There was only one way to get his fire under control and that was to be with her. Not only with her, on her, in her, skin to skin contact and lots of it.
    He didn’t have to bond himself to her. Didn’t want to bond himself to her until she knew what he was and closed the bond by admitting she loved him.
    As long as we’re together. I can wait her out. I can give her the time she needs.
    To endure a one-sided bond… To exist for a human lifetime bound to someone who didn’t love him, to need his mate desperately only to be used or rejected by her…
    Taine shuddered. Not happening.
    He could maintain control. He could control the situation.
    He’d orchestrate a chance encounter at the beach. She’d go there tonight. She always did on the night of a shift change.
    The beach was where he’d first encountered her scent and followed it to his first sight of her. He’d hardened so fast that he’d nearly dropped to his knees on the sand at the rush of blood from his head to his cock.
    Saffron hadn’t seemed to recognize him when they stood near the torched Maserati, but then, those times he’d seen her on the beach had been at a distance and he’d often been accompanied by Kellen, in fey hound form.
    Kellen would not be with him this evening. And given the events of the day, he had an excuse to approach Saffron.
    Smoke leaked from his nostrils as heated need scorched through him at remembering how his mate’s eyes had traveled over him, at the way she’d licked her lips, her scent lush with desire.
    He was hot for her. She was hot for him. There was no reason not to proceed directly to sex, and then begin the courtship.
    * * * *
    Warm surf washed over Saffron’s feet with every other tide surge. In front of her, a few seagulls dipped closer to the beach for a better look at possible food then lifted away after finding nothing.
    She tucked her thumbs into the front pockets of faded denim shorts and refused to glance at her watch. But that was pride.
    This time of year, the sun set at around eight, and it was close to going down. The sky was already streaked orange and purple beneath darkened blue, the ocean dark indigo with rippling white caps of water.
    Most of the families had packed up and gone home. Loners and couples dotted the landscape, though behind her, a pissed-off mother was yelling, “Get back here right now! Johnathon Ray Lewis, you get back here, or else!”
    Saffron glanced over her shoulder, saw the kid in the distance, lying stomach down on a cheap pool float and not making any effort to turn around and head toward the beach.
    She kept walking, twisted her watchband, one pass around her wrist and then a second. No Taine.
    She’d been so sure he’d show up tonight. Then again, considering the crowd at the supernatural fair, he was probably still working.
    What the hell did Supernatural Ops, and IRE in particular, do? How much of what they were involved with was keeping America safe from magic users or supernatural elements? And how much was weird science? Or like Kayvan said, alien tech?
    Kayvan wasn’t on the beach with her, was probably at some bar looking to score, but she snorted and shook her head at the likelihood of there having been alien contact. Not that she thought humans were alone in the universe, she didn’t. But the whole Area 51 thing seemed less likely to be about aliens and more likely to be a black-ops glitch turned into a tourist trap and conspiracy theorists’ mecca.
    Her twin was a believer in tarot cards, but as a medium for self-exploration, for connecting with the subconscious. Sabra was also a believer in