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    They definitely weren’t done. Not even close. He had to experience that again.
    Finally, he could stand the separation no longer. Thankfully, his shift was over. A shift that had consisted of walking the prison halls, watching the prisoners inside their cells and ensuring everyone remained calm.
    That should have bored him. After all, he was a warrior. But bore him it didn’t. And that should have irritated him. After all, he’d spent countless centuries in this place and had sworn never to return once he’d escaped. But again, irritation was not what he felt. He’d wanted this job to be close to Nike. To have his vengeance, he’d once told himself. Now, he wasn’t so sure. Today, and all week really, he’d walked the halls invigorated, knowing all he had to do to catch sight of her was turn a corner.
    He hadn’t allowed himself to do so. Until now. Finally, he would see her.
    The moment she came into view, his blood heated, blistering. His breath followed suit, flaming his lungs to ash. She sat atop her cot, arms gripping the rail, knees drawn up while she leaned slightly forward. Her hair was finger-combed to perfection, and her eyes were narrowed, shielding her irises and the emotion banked there, but at least he could see the shadows her lashes cast over her cheeks. Shadows he might trace with a fingertip.
    Oh, yes. She was exquisite.
    â€œWhere’s your girlfriend?” Her voice was smooth as silk. Just beneath that silk, however, he thought he caught a tendril of fury.
    Was she mad that he’d come? Or mad that he’d stayed away so long?
    â€œI don’t have a girlfriend.”
    She shrugged. “Too bad for you that whores never commit.”
    He knew he was the whore that she spoke of, and popped his jaw. But he deserved that, he supposed. “I did what I had to do to escape, Nike. That doesn’t mean I didn’t feel—” No. Oh, no. He would not go down that road. He hadn’t wanted to feel anything for her, but he had. That hadn’t stopped him from using her, so she’d never like what he had to say about the matter. “I’m sure you’d do anything to escape, as well.”
    Her expression darkened, but she did not refute his words. “So, did you come to free me?”
    â€œHardly.”
    â€œThen why are you here? We have nothing more to say to each other.”
    Because you’re all I think about anymore. He never should have marked her.
    This might have been avoided. Or not. He might have slept with others all those years ago because he’d been desperate to flee this place, but it had been her face he’d imagined when he’d done so.
    Without looking away from her, he leaned back against the bar behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “There’s plenty to say. About the kiss.”
    She yawned, patting her beautiful mouth. A mouth he wanted all over his body. “I’d rather sleep.”
    So. She still wanted him to think she had been unaffected. Part of him believed it. An insecure part of him that had never really known how to deal with her, his equal in every way. Yes, even strength, though he often liked to deny it. The other part of him, the masculine part, knew she had liked everything he’d done. She’d shouted his name, for gods’ sake, and he hadn’t even made her climax.
    â€œYou’re saying you don’t want me?” he asked as silkily as she had.
    â€œNot even a little.”
    â€œReally?” He rested his fingers at the waist of his pants, twisting the button, and her eyes followed the movement. His cock was already hard, already straining, rising over the top. Moisture glistened there. “Not even a tiny, tiny bit?”
    She gulped. “N-no.” The word was croaked. “But you are. Tiny, that is.”
    Liar. She did. She wanted him. And he was huge, thank you very much. The sense of possessiveness returned, all