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After three long years, it took everything she had not to run to him and leap into his arms. She wasn’t sure he’d still catch her.
    He was probably pissed that she’d sent him a deliberately vague note and lured him out of hiding in Florida.
    Dancing in a dark corner of the room with a group of local lucani , friends she hadn’t seen in years, Bella slid a glance over her shoulder and found him searching the room with his eyes only. The dark hid more than the runes carved into the walls from that navy-blue gaze she knew so well. If he wouldn’t use his magic, he’d never find her if she didn’t want to be found.
    Steven was nothing if not stubborn. But he was leaving himself open to attack. Already, a few of the younger males, foolish boys who couldn’t sense the power he submerged so well, eyed him like a side of beef.
    Of course, the women did, too, but for completely different reasons.
    The long-haired teen who’d come to her rescue a decade ago had matured into a man with a fondness for custom-made Italian suits and hundred-dollar haircuts.
    The look fit.
    Damn him.
    But so did worn jeans that molded strong thighs and t-shirts that clung to the taut muscles of his chest. For years, that had been his wardrobe. No longer.
    While the other club patrons were practically naked, what little clothing they wore black to better absorb the magic, Steven stood out in more ways than being overdressed. He was taller than almost everyone else and, if challenged, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself from attack. At least, not with the claws the versipelli here could grow.
    Of course, if he used his arus … He could kill them all.
    But he wouldn’t. She knew that.
    Damn him, he needed her, belonged with her, and the Blessed Goddess spite him if he didn’t finally admit it. She was sick of waiting.
    Bella started around the room, keeping close to the wall as she circled toward him. He knew she was here. His eyes narrowed to slits and his fists clenched at his side. But she kept one step ahead of his searching gaze.
    The band had kicked into high gear, Dilby’s clear vocals overlaying Caeles’ shredding guitar in a dead-on version of Bullet For My Valentine’s “Tears Don’t Fall.” The raw emotion of the song raked nails down her spine.
    Her body still moving to the beat of the music, she drew in a deep breath and picked out his scent, the mix of musk and male and magic that was uniquely Steven. It took her back, back to when he’d been her world. Back to when she’d believed he loved her enough to stay with her forever. No matter what.
    A man grabbed her around the waist and ground her hips into his, moving in a primal rhythm that elevated her blood pressure. The stranger was handsome, young and strong, everything she should want. She disentangled herself from him without a second thought and continued.
    Steven’s eyes narrowed even more as she slipped behind him, several people still between them. Maybe he hadn’t submerged all his abilities, after all.
    Maybe there was a chance—
    Kerri Donato approached him, white-blond hair to her waist, wearing black leather shorts and a shredded white tank top that barely covered pendulous breasts. She oozed sexuality in an invitation Steven couldn’t miss. Or ignore.
    The woman rubbed herself against him, her front to his back. He didn’t move. He knew better. When Kerri slinked around to his front, he looked down at her, his gaze taking in all she wanted him to see. His nostrils flared and his gaze arrowed down between her breasts. He was a man, after all.
    Then he dismissed her with a slight shake of his head.
    Kerri’s expression turned incredulous as Bella’s own smile widened. The other woman wasn’t used to being brushed off. When Steven continued his search for her, Kerri huffed off, drawing just enough unwanted attention to Steven that Bella began to get concerned.
    Someone would realize soon enough what he was. Then they would tear him to shreds.
    Stupid