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over again. “I don't know what you mean.”
    How could my heart handle this? The blood in my body was certainly magma by now. Lifting my eyes, I tried to stare at just his chin. Maybe then I could concentrate. No, now all I see are his lips. His fucking smirking lips. I spoke to them anyway. “You're going too far around me. I'm not a fucking idiot. I don't know what your game is, but...”
    There was no way to prepare for his hands on me. They gripped my upper arms, pushed me into the wall and left me stunned. “I don't know my game, either,” he whispered. “I only know the prize.”
    The prize the prize the fucking prize.
    I was the prize.
    My vision was constrained on his face. The hard edges of his teeth, the part of his smile that wanted to cut me open. Drezden had made his goal so overtly clear, it left me wondering why I'd thought to ask. He was a man with no fear. Nothing held him back.
    And he wanted to have me.
    “Wait.” My single word was fragile. I tried again, bolder. “Hold on, I'm not your prize.”
    “No,” he agreed. Strong fingers slid down the insides of my arms, taking my strength as they crawled. “Not yet.”
    I couldn't handle this. There were many things I considered myself; smart, capable.
    Strong.
    No one had ever walked into my world and toppled it so easily. Why was Drezden so good at it? What made him invade my mind and body with quick-silver speed? Cotton swaddled my brain. My tongue was useless, it held no arguments.
    I found myself on the verge of collapsing, or running, or slipping away mentally. It felt like I'd been cornered by a rabid tiger. He was a fucking man-eater, and had said himself he wanted me. Didn't he realize I wasn't able to cope with that?
    Maybe I wasn't as tough as I thought. Maybe my act was backfiring. He thinks I'm tough enough to take him on. He's wrong, doesn't he know he'll destroy me? Drezden Halifax was an artist, a passionate being full of fire and acid and pure stars. He was a star. A fucking poet, as Sean had said.
    And I was no one.
    More than that... I'm a fucking virgin. Rockstars aren't virgins. Holy shit, he'll leave me in pieces. We're on entirely different levels. Different worlds!
    I'd fade away, broken, if he tried to consume me.
    He bent down, all lips and smokey smirks. Before I thought about it, I kicked out. My knee landed solidly in his stomach, thudding on his sculpted abs. Grunting, he let me go, looking at me incredulously. “What the fuck was that for?” he growled.
    I felt... really stupid. “You were—the look in your eyes, I just...”
    “Just say no next time! Or stop! Fuck, Christ.” Rubbing his belly, he looked me up and down. And, with just a sideways sneer, my world tumbled again. I hadn't injured him, he wasn't even upset. “You really don't want me near you, do you?”
    Guilt dug in with sharp fangs. “No! It's not—” Stop, stop talking! “This just isn't a good idea, for either of us.”
    “Why isn't it a good idea for me?”
    My lips parted, hesitating. I didn't know why it was bad for him at all. “Fine. I'm being selfish, okay? This is a bad idea for me, for my career.” His grimace was brief, but I saw it. “If it goes bad between us... the band might not recover.” I'm the newest, if it gets weird they'll cast me aside and get a new member. I need this too much. Sean's face, his tone, commanding me to realize what an opportunity this was... he filled my head until my skull twinged. My brother knew what how important this was. He'd encouraged me for a reason.
    I couldn't bare letting him down when things inevitably went sideways.
    Drezden filled my world again. He slid up, chest brushing mine with his nearness. I gasped, then clenched my jaw. His hands glided down to hold my hips in a vice. “So you have thought about us.”
    “No!” Yes. “Never!” Since I listened to you sing during practice.
    No. Even beyond that.
    I'd had a crush on Drezden Halifax since the first time I'd played his CD. He'd