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amped him up even more. Gave him a hell of a hard-on, too. “I eat witches like you for breakfast.”
    She aimed a knee straight at his balls, but he stepped out of range just in time. Her magic cut off. The witch had nothing going.
    “Get away from her, Xia. Right now.” Harsh moved between them, his fingers squeezing Xia’s knife hand. “Now. Or you’re dead.”
    He looked at Harsh, and he could tell from the other man’s flinch that his eyes must be going off something serious. “Try it,” he said. His body twitched and buzzed with the magic flowing through him. “Just try it and we’ll see who’s dead when it’s over.”
    “Let her go, Xia.” The asshole had one of those voices that got calmer and calmer the more things went wrong. “If I don’t kill you, Nikodemus will.” Harsh’s magic cycled like crazy, but the threat of Nikodemus’s reprisal was enough. Xia had sworn fealty to Nikodemus, and if he killed Harsh, Nikodemus would kill him. Painfully, no doubt about that. Harsh drew his sister away, and Xia closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And then another. Relax. Jaysus, she was nothing. Nothing to him. He didn’t care. Not about her. When he opened his eyes, he was under control. Mostly.
    “You should have told me who she was,” he said.
    “I didn’t know until five minutes ago.”
    “What is the deal with you?” Alexandrine said to him. She was all pissed off, practically spitting. He didn’t give a shit about her mood. She came in close before Harsh could stop her and jabbed a finger to his chest.
    “Get her away from me,” Xia said. The skin across his back started twitching again.
    “Maniac,” she said. Her magic sputtered up again and then cut out.
    He bared his teeth at her. “I’m what your kind made me. If you don’t like the result, that’s just too goddamned bad.”
    “Xia.” Harsh was so calm he was freaky. “She doesn’t know her father. She may not even be right about that.”
    Xia stuck his fingers in her hair and raked through her short cut. He didn’t see a single dark root. A natural platinum blonde. “That’s her daddy’s hair,” he sneered as he let her go.
    The witch looked shocked as hell, and when she answered her brother, her eyes were still smack on Xia’s face. “Oh, I’m right about that, big brother. He’s my father, no mistake.”
    “Fuck this, Harsh,” Xia said. How the hell was he going to manage this? Rasmus Kessler’s daughter. “Do I have to do this?”
    She blocked Harsh’s view and faced him, giving him the finger so her brother couldn’t see. “Drop dead, okay?”
    Harsh had his iPhone out again. “Yes,” he said to Xia. “You have to do this. You want me to call Nikodemus so you can hear it from him?”
    “Fuck off.”
    “If anything happens to my sister, Nikodemus will hold you personally responsible. And so will I. You have my guarantee.” He walked toward the door, his phone in hand. “I have to get going. We’re due in Paris tomorrow morning.”
    “Fuck the others, too,” Xia said. Harsh was going off to help Nikodemus and Carson negotiate with the other warlords. Personally, he didn’t think the warlords would ever work together well enough to keep the kin safe from the magekind, but he was in no position to fault Nikodemus for his rosy outlook.
    The witch narrowed her eyes at her brother. “Paris, France, or Paris, Texas?”
    Harsh smiled and looked just like the human doc he supposedly used to be before he got all turned around. It made sense that Harsh’s sister turned out to be Rasmus Kessler’s daughter. Being a freak ran in the family.
    “Paris, France,” Harsh told her.
    “Paris would be a safe place for me, don’t you think?” Xia felt the panic underneath her words. “I have a passport. And enough money for a ticket. Won’t take me ten minutes to pack a bag, I swear. Je speak français muy bien.”
    “You can’t come with me.”
    “I don’t want to stay here with him.”
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