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passed.
    I finally sauntered my way into the basement gym. I was grinning.
    Lucius was there, pounding away at the punching bag, looking sexy as hell. How annoying. With his irritating personality, he should be ugly. Hideous. His bronzed skin stretched taut over muscles and sinew. Several scars laced his ribcage. Sweat glistened and traced small rivulets down his bare chest and back, catching in the waist of his black shorts. He didn’t spare me a glance.
    I spent the next two hours stretching on the mat and centering my energy, forcing my body past the barriers my injuries had set. At times, I found myself unsteady and shaky. A good shaky, though. The kind that let me know I was alive. I’m sure Lucius would have preferred I make use of the weights, maybe the virtual boxing ring.
    Usually, I did train in the ring. I didn’t want to go that route today. Instead, I pranced off the mat and to the bar across the far wall. I stretched one leg up, glancing over at Lucius. I nearly gasped when I realized he was watching me, his eyes heated and intense.
    My gaze slitted on him. “Enjoying yourself?”
    â€œLet’s practice,” he barked. “If you think you can handle me.”
    â€œI’ve been handling men like you for years, Sparkie.”
    A muscle ticked in his temple. “Let’s get a few things straight, cookie . You don’t like me and I don’t like you. You don’t want a partner, and I sure as hell don’t need one—especially an arrogant female other-worlder with no talent that I can see.”
    â€œThen why did you agree to work with me?” I ground out.
    â€œA paycheck is a paycheck, baby, and your daddy is paying out the ass to have me here.”
    â€œWe’re paid by the government, baby. Get your facts straight.”
    His lips pursed, and he cut off his next words.
    â€œAt least you got the better end of the deal,” I muttered.
    â€œHow’s that?” He arched a brow. “You failed your last mission, and I’ve succeeded every damn time.”
    I worked my jaw in irritation. Like I really needed a reminder of my failure. Like it wasn’t front and center in my mind, even in my dreams. “In all my years as an agent, that’s my only failure. One I plan to rectify.”
    â€œYou’ve succeeded at easy cases, sugar. That’s nothing to be proud of.”
    Bastard. “Have you even made a single kill?”
    â€œIf you have to ask, you’re not a good judge of character.”
    Cold, hard death gleamed in his eyes, speaking of innumerable kills. My hands clenched at my sides. “I’ve made kills, too. Many, in fact.”
    â€œI’m curious,” he said. “How did you eliminate those targets of yours? Annoy them to death?”
    Scowling, I closed the distance between us until we were nose to nose. Our breath mingled, and I could feel the vibration of his strength. I could not seem to hold my usual cool facade with this man. I responded to him whether I wanted to or not. “Why annoy them when I can use my knife—when I can take a human like you, cut you up, and sauté you for breakfast?”
    He studied me for a long, silent moment, his eyes raking over my curves with heated intent. “That’s one glorious ego you’ve got there.”
    â€œI’ve earned it. You, however, have probably never—”
    â€œThat’s enough, children,” Michael said, suddenly filling the doorway.
    We both spun around and faced him. With a feigned nonchalance, he leaned against the thick wooden frame. He held a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and an unlit cigar with the other. “I leave you two alone for a few hours and you turn on each other. Work together on this or find yourselves new jobs.” He shook his head and gave me his complete attention. “I meant to give you more time, but something’s come up.” Now he turned to Lucius. “Finish your