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Impures and their problems are not my concern.”
    “Except me.”
    “You’re not just an Impure, now are you?” She cocked her head to the side. “And why are you getting on my ass about this anyway? Before you were dragged down there, before you saw the Order’s playground and toys, you didn’t give a shit either.”
    “Not true,” he fired back, wincing internally at the possibility that she was right on the goddamn money with that assessment.
    “You’ve done nothing to help them, nothing to further your Cause. All you’ve been doing is baseline shit—looking for your ‘kind,’ looking for a place to live.” Her eyes narrowed. “Looking for another cunt to drown your aimless dick in.”
    He growled at her. “The word cunt sounds so right on your lips.”
    “Goddamn Impure pussy . . .”
    Gray reached out and grabbed her by the arms. His strength peaked, he yanked her inside the shower and deposited her right in front of his face. Water rained down on both of them and she cursed.
    “What’s with the rescue, D?” he demanded. It was eating at him—to know, to understand. She’d rescued him once, in the hospital, now she was at it again. Was this all about Sara or was there more? Did she have any kind of feelings for him other than clear and present irritation?
    Her hair was soaked, her face alive and impassioned and pissed off. She looked hot. Way too hot for him to want to knock her out. Knock her up though . . .
    She grabbed him around the neck, squeezed just a fraction of an inch. “You know I allowed you to pull me in here, right?”
    His fangs dropped. “Why. Did. You. Come. For. Me?”
    She leaned in, her mouth close to his, and she lapped at one sharp, white fang with her tongue. “I’ve never come for you, Gray.”
    His cock twitched and started to rise. Fuck her. Screw her and her games.
    She grinned at him. “And I don’t ever want you thinking you can put your hands on me without my permission.” Completely wet now, she leaned back against the shower wall and crossed her arms over her chest.
    Gray stared, a hunger fisting inside him as he took in her body and the wet clothes that clung to it. Her white shirt was totally see through, the bra too, and it made his breath catch in his throat. Round, achingly pretty breasts assaulted his vision, but it was her nipples, hard and highly edible, that made the skin over his bones convulse.
    He was hard now, his cock rock solid and pulsing against his stomach as though it had a heartbeat of its own. “Sara ask you to keep watch on me, D? Is that was this is all about? A favor for your fantasy girlfriend?”
    Within the confines of the swirling steam, her face remained calm, but implacable. “She would never forgive me if I let something happen to you—something I could prevent.”
    “You’re such a good friend.”
    “I try.”
    “Yeah, I know you do.” He raised a brow. “Again and again to no avail. Talk about chasing something that can never be changed.”
    Her lip curled and her gaze drifted down his body. “Glad to see the cock still goes up and down, Impure.”
    “For anything with a nice set of tits.” He leveled her with a callous gaze. “You know how that is, D.”
    She laughed. “If only I had a cock. Oh, the damage I could do.”
    His body went instantly on alert, heating up, rising up. “What kind of damage?”
    She laughed at him.
    She was so good at it, at making him feel like a dick, like a fool . . .
    Like an Impure.
    And yet, he wanted her. Wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything.
    “Tell me about the damage, D,” he said, trying to control the shudder in his voice, the desire to pounce on her, then pound her senseless. “Or better yet, show me.”
    “You couldn’t handle it, Gray.”
    There was not a trace of teasing or bitchiness in her tone or words this time. Nothing but truth, grave truth. And something else, something deep within her hazel eyes. It flashed there, a warning light.
    But when had