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The sexual heat that had
sizzled between them not a moment before shrivelled and died, leaving only fear
in its wake.
    Her burglar retreated,
dragging his ass back until his shoulders hit the wall. He pinned her in the
hard glare of his breathless frustration.
    ‘Get away from me!’ she
demanded. Even to herself, she sounded one scream from a straight jacket and a
padded cell.
    ‘I’m nowhere near you,’ he
replied, eyeing her suspiciously. ‘What are you doing in Anann DeMorgan’s
house?’ he asked.
    ‘Granddaughter ...’ The word
was thready as hell. Breathe, Ash, breathe. You die and they win .
    ‘You’re Anann DeMorgan’s
granddaughter?’ he asked, incredulous, raking her with a gaze that seemed to be
seeking out a resemblance.
    Ash nodded.
    ‘You might have told me,’ he
growled, ‘Nan DeMorgan would have my bollocks in a jar if she knew how close
we’d been to ….’ he trailed off, pushing a hand through his dreads. ‘So you’re
the new latent ?’ he said, looking up at her. ‘She wasn’t messing when
she said you were different to the others.’
    ‘What others? What’s a latent ?’
she asked warily.
    ‘Hasn’t your grandmother told
you anything?’
    ‘My grandmother is in a
nursing home. She can’t speak.’ Ash backed further away. She should have
trusted her first instincts. The guy was a delusional psychopath.
    He tapped a hand to the wolf
branded into his chest, addressing her like she was a cornered animal. ‘You’re
afraid of me, because of this , right?’
    She couldn’t peel her eyes away,
couldn’t blink, damn it, she couldn’t even gather breath enough to scream. He
was talking, but only certain words filtered through. Her brain was on a dimmer
switch, dizzying out and coming back on in flickers. Her heart was one beat
away from hammering itself right out of her chest and flip-flopping on the
ground until that demon from her nightmares gobbled it off the floor in the
guise of an intruder. ‘You’re here to kill me,’ she stammered.
    He shook his head.
    ‘Get out ...’ she croaked.
Not even a mouse would obey such a weak, reedy line of command. But here she
was, expecting tall, dark and probably homicidal to just up and leave her be.
    He scrubbed a hand down his
rough jaw, coolly observing her from beneath hooded eyes. ‘Fuck me,’ he said.
‘DeMorgan’s own flesh and blood, home alone, and cowering under the mark of the
wolf. What is the old bitch playing at?’
    ‘Get out!’ she repeated,
slightly stronger. Her entire body was pulsing with her frantic heartbeat, her
skin chilled under the cold sweat of fear. He needed to leave. She needed to
pass out.
    He hesitated, then taking a
step forward, he yanked up the zipper of his leather jacket to hide the ravaged
mess of his shirt. He ran his fingers down the thin silver chain around his
neck and grasped the engraved disc that hung from it, stroking the metal along
his lower lip. Head tilted slightly to one side, he took a long look at her.
‘I’ll go,’ he said, ‘but know this: I’m the least of your worries. Come full
moon, every male in the city will be gunning for you. Don’t say I didn’t warn
you.  This isn’t finished, angel,’ he said, then turned his back on her and
walked away.
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIX

     
     
    S he collapsed. For a second, or damn, it could have
been an hour. The world was as black as the shadows, her eyes blinkered down,
her body weak and huddled where he left her. Shit. He left. He left her and he
didn’t touch her. God, how she’d wanted him to touch her.
    Stupid, stupid, Ash!
Urging your nightmare to just climb up on you and hump you ‘til you scream.
Solid plan at defeating those demons.
    Great, she was mocking
herself now. Something cold touched her cheek and she flinched, fearing the
worst. The wet kiss of a chilled, blood-stained blade, an icy claw ... a doggy
nose, snuffling at her scrunched face. She batted the soft muzzle away and was
rewarded with an attack of