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    â€œI won’t let you win,” she said, ignoring him. Again.
    â€œBut I already have. Your brethren are defeated. You are the last one standing.”
    â€œThat just means it’s up to me to kick your ass.”
    â€œI’ll let you do many things to my ass, female, but kicking it isn’t one of them.” He leaned into her, eating up the rest of the distance, in her face before she could blink. The fragrance of newly fallen snow and dark, mystic nights drifted from her, and he inhaled deeply, savoring. “I’ll let you massage it. Caress it. Grip it while I pound inside of you.”
    Her cheeks colored prettily, and she growled, “What about rip it to shreds?”
    If she was half as passionate in bed as she was now in the face of danger, she would burn him alive. And, oh, he wanted to be burned. “If you ask nicely, yes,” he said honestly. “As long as you draw no blood.”
    â€œFuck you.”
    â€œI hope so,” he replied as his men returned, shaking their heads. No one was out there, and there was no sign of anyone having been there. He relaxed.
    His female was still choking out a breath. “Never,” she finally managed.
    â€œNever is a long time. Perhaps we should negotiate.”
    No reply. Instead, a look of intense concentration claimed her features. Her eyes narrowed, the blue somehow darkening, becoming . . . golden? Impossible. Yet as he watched, her body seemed to grow taller and more muscled, her clothing ripping to accommodate the new bulk. Within moments she was his exact height, her features realigned to match his.
    He was gazing at his own face, he realized, mouth falling open in shock. The green-eyed temptresswas still underneath, still barely visible, but that didn’t dampen the shock of seeing himself in place of the sweet-faced blonde.
    â€œHow did you do that? What did you do?”
    She peered down at her hands. No— his hands. Turning them over, studying them. Big, golden, calloused. Reeling, he considered the rest of her. She no longer had breasts but was solid from head to toe. She even had a bulge between her—his—legs. A nice sized one, if he did say so himself.
    â€œWill I be able to move like you, do you think?” she asked, more of herself than of him.
    His voice. She did not merely look like him, she now spoke with his voice. How was any of this possible?
    Breean reached out to touch that familiar visage. What would he feel? Warmth? Cold? Surely this was an illusion. But just as his hand was about to make contact, the . . . whatever she was disappeared and his hand swiped only air.
    He blinked. Confusion, anger, and more of that shock pounded through him. He glanced left, then right, but saw only the sway of trees and the swirl of snowflakes.
    Brow furrowed, he wheeled and confronted his men. “Where did she—I—go?” More to the point, how had she gone? If she had always been able to move as swiftly as him, why had she not done so before now? If she hadn’t, and this was as new a development as her appearance . . . damn. She might posses all of his strengths now. “Did you see her?”
    Expressions as baffled as his must be, they searched the clearing for some sign of her.
    From the corner of his eye, Breean caught a blur of movement, a flash of white and gold. That blur paused directly in front of the first pyre-gun he’d liberated from the woman. A second later, her—damn it, his —image solidified. She wobbled on her feet as though dizzy, weariness glinting over her still-masculine features. A frown pulled at her brow while she rubbed her temple with one hand and snatched up the weapon with the other.
    He pounded toward her, intent. Sensing him, she looked up. Their gazes locked, gold against gold—and, thankfully, that hint of ethereal green. Sweat beaded her forehead, and she was panting. With fright? Fatigue? Or with the