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was exhausted, he couldn’t be sure. She curled up on her side, propping her head on the armrest.
    Adrian stood vigil over her, knowing sleep would claim her soon. A human couldn’t endure what Angie had endured tonight and not succumb to fatigue. The surge of adrenaline alone would’ve been enough to wipe her out once its effect wore off.
    She lay on the couch, her eyes closed, until Adrian became convinced she’d drifted off to sleep. Then her lids sprang open, and she asked him a question he couldn’t begin to answer, even if he’d been inclined to do so. “Tell me, if you’re as soulless as you say, why didn’t you just let them kill me tonight?”

Chapter Seven
    When next Angie’s eyes fluttered open, the sun was just beginning to streak the streets pink. Adrian stood by the window, scanning the perimeter, a dark silhouette against the brightening day. The rain had stopped, and judging from the light streaming into the old theater, no clouds blotted the sky.
    She rose to a sitting position and rubbed her eyes. “What time is it?”
    “A few minutes past six a.m.,” he rasped without looking her way. His voice sounded strained, void of the strength and vitality she’d come to expect from him.
    “Are they gone?”
    “Yes. It’s time to take you home.”
    She parted her lips to tell him she was perfectly capable of making her way back on her own, but thought better of it. She needed more time with him. Time to figure out if any of the things he’d told her last night were true or if they were simply the delusions of a damaged mind.
    What shook her most was that his confession made an odd kind of sense. Hadn’t she seen him impose his will on others? Hadn’t she watched him take a bullet to the chest and remain standing? She’d bet her last dollar no bulletproof vest graced the inside of his jacket. And things had gone from strange to impossible when he’d flung a subway car at their attackers.
    A frigging subway car!
    Even stranger was the fact that the conductor hadn’t noticed. Adrian’s doing, no doubt.
    She stood and approached him, smoothing out the wrinkles from her clothes and patting down her unruly hair. The curly tufts never looked right after she slept on them, and for some stupid reason she wanted to look semi-decent when she faced him. If vanity was a sin, then she was as guilty of it as the next girl.
    “I can’t believe I stayed out all night.” Thank God her mom had gone to their place in the Hamptons. The pregnancy was taking its toll on her, and she’d needed a few days away from the hustle and bustle of city life. If Tina Paxton had been in town, she would’ve had the entire NYPD parked outside their house by now.
    Angie had been seriously thinking about getting her own place lately. She was twenty-three years old. It was time. But with her mother pregnant and her dad gone, she didn’t have the heart to move out. Not yet.
    “I couldn’t risk taking you out there again until I knew they’d retreated.” He turned to face her, and her heart bucked in her chest. He looked pale, drawn and depleted.
    “They’re not the only ones who are allergic to copper, are they?” He didn’t reply, but he didn’t have to. The flash of pain in his midnight-blue eyes was answer enough. “Let’s get out of here before I end up having to carry you.”
    “I’m fine. I just need some fresh air.”
    Angie followed him out of the theater, happy the nightmare was over but a little disappointed, too. Now that the threat had passed, Adrian would have no reason to stick around. Would she ever see her dark angel again? Did she want to?
    Common sense insisted it was probably best if she didn’t. The guy was a heap of trouble. But he’d also saved her life, more than once, with little thought to his own discomfort.
    Sunshine filtered through the clouds to spill over them. It was late spring, and the days were getting brighter and warmer. Trees unfurled their newborn leaves in the breeze, the