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she escaped. Standing there with her trapped between him and the door, his blood ran hot with every desperate breath she took. Her scent warmed to melted caramel with almonds. It was wickedly sensual, filling his lungs and his cock. But he could feel her heart pounding too fast like a small bird, and the sharp acrid scent of fear was burning through her natural scent. That picture had scared her senseless.
    It was a sharp reminder of just how far gone he was. It hadn’t even occurred to him what would happen when she saw it. He was so used to the violence in his head, in his world. This woman wasn’t. He took his hands from her and slapped his palms on the door. “Turn around.”
    She did, and something inside him twisted at the sight of her flushed face and wild eyes. She was a good seven inches shorter than he. Looking down her length to her bare feet, he estimated she was a hundred and thirty pounds lighter. At one time in his life, he’d known what it felt like to be small and vulnerable. His father and brother regularly used him as a punching bag. Key had been born small by witch hunter standards, and worse, by the time he was three years old, he began drawing dragons and girls. That had been enough to make his dad feel the need to beat the pussy out of him. But his father had another motive as well. The Dragon Tear protected his mother, Beth, so Hogan would use their son Key, breaking his arm or leg, cracking ribs
    all in an effort to force Beth to give him the Dragon Tear. She wouldn’t risk letting Key wear the Tear, knowing he’d have given it to his father to save her. Key hadn’t known how to fight back so he just let them hurt him.
    Looking at Roxy now, he remembered that helpless, sick fear, then the blinding pain, and the only thing that had kept him focused was not giving the bastard what he wanted, to hear him scream or cry. Once Beth could get to Key and put her arms around him, the magic that protected her would protect him and help him heal. So his father had to do things like lock her in a room
    He jerked his mind back to the present, to the woman standing between his outstretched arms, staring at him as if he were a nightmare come to life. She wasn’t all that far off the mark. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice came out thick. He pulled his hands off the door and fisted them at his sides to keep from touching her. She enticed him, and he wanted to touch her. She was too delicate, too breakable.
    She sucked in a breath, lifted her chin and demanded, “What kind of freak are you?” She compressed her full lips, as if biting back a scream.
    He hated that she saw the truth in him, saw the ugliness that writhed inside him. Like his father had when he’d scream, You’re a freak! A spawn of magic so vile you make me puke. Should have drowned you! Most women saw only his looks and reacted to his pheromones or his fame. “I’m trying to keep you alive. It’s not me that’s going to kill you.” The scent of her witch blood was so faint that it barely tripped his bloodlust. So why was Liam after her? How had she crossed his path? He had to find out.
    “So you’re stalking me to draw pictures like that.” She tilted her head toward the drawing.
    “No. I drew the picture first, then saw you in the meet and greet and recognized you.” He narrowed his gaze. “You recognized me, too, and ran away. Why?” She had known who he was; okay, that made sense, she was a producer scouting for talent. But why would she rush away when she saw him?
    “Because I didn’t want to talk to you.”
    Might be true, but he thought there was more to it. “What’s your connection to Liam? Do you know where he is?”
    “Who?”
    Her pupils were contracting into pinpoints, probably from a headache. She was leaning heavily against the door, breathing too fast, and the scent of sour sickness was very real. He’d thought her magic would heal her, and felt a sliver of regret for waking her up. “Liam is my half brother, and he’s a rogue. That