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bed alone. Hell, she didn’t want to be going to bed alone. She missed men. Missed sex. Hot, heavy, grinding, man-straddling sex. It had been too long.
    And yet she had chosen this life. Could not imagine doing anything besides hunting the monsters who had stolen her family from her. Sighing, she stared at the ceiling for several moments, not the least bit tired.
    Flipping back the covers, she plucked her gun from beneath the pillow and strode to the window to peer out one more time. A nagging sense of unease wouldn’t let her fall asleep just yet.
    Maybe it was the night’s adrenaline still thrumming through her veins. But she’d never had this problem before, and there’d been plenty of nights like tonight, when she’d left lycans rotting in an alley. It had to be Rafe Santiago. He had rattled her. He had been, well, something.
    Her toes flexed against the unyielding hardwood floor as she surveyed the still and silent street, her shoulders tense, her muscles tightening with battle-readiness.
    Her gaze narrowed on a dark Hummer that had not been there before. Moths circled the streetlight high above it in an excited flurry.
    The streetlights tinged the night blue, outlining the man sitting behind the driver’s wheel: a dark, faceless figure.
    Her finger curled around the trigger. She dropped one shoulder against the window jam, keeping herself out of view.
    No wonder she couldn’t sleep. Some SOB was sitting out there watching her house.
    â€œHmm,” she murmured, stroking the barrel of her gun against her thigh as if she had a particular itch. “Let’s go introduce ourselves.”

CHAPTER 5
    R afe settled back in his seat, watching the house he knew belonged to Gideon March. For whatever reason, Kit had been staying there for the last two nights. There was no sign of Gideon March or his wife, Claire—a woman who, sources claimed, had been infected by a lycan a little over two years ago. A death warrant to most, but, unbelievable as he found it, Gideon March had helped her in tracking and killing the alpha of her pack and breaking the curse before she shifted and fed, damning her.
    The narrow red-brick two-story sat still and silent in the warm night, the leaves of the large oak in the front yard rustling in the breeze. Its roots, thick and gnarled, protruded from the green lawn like bumpy tentacles. The yard was large, like its neighbors, the grass verdant from the muggy Houston climate.
    In the far distance, someone had fired up a grill. Charcoal burned on the air, the scent smoky, pungent in Rafe’s nose. He inhaled harder, guessing fajitas were on the menu.
    One by one the house’s lights turned off, first the front living room, then the porch light. Minutes later, the silhouette of a woman appeared in an upstairs window. His heart raced, all his senses kicking into high gear as he studied the slight shadow as it drifted before the window. The blood rushed in his veins and Kit March’s face flashed across his mind. The wavy blond hair framing her face had looked soft as a child’s, adding to her whimsical, otherworldly appearance. Her elfin features reminded him of the tales of sprites and fairies his mother had whispered him to sleep with years ago.
    His brother, Sebastian, almost always fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, but Rafe used to lay awake, his mother’s soft voice weaving a spell about him, making him believe in romance. In the power of love. That good always defeated evil. Because it was right. Because it should . He had believed in such nonsense until the summer of his twelfth year. The summer his mother had been forced to reveal the truth.
    The shadow moved from the window, and seconds later the light vanished like a candle snuffed out.
    Kit March was not what he’d expected. Her vanilla scent still swirled around him, wrapping him in a seductive fog.
    Hell, he had not really thought about her as a person. He had never