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bright emerald eyes as they darkened with uncertainty. “You’re the Devil. You only come after Breeds marked to die. Right?”
    Hell.
    Sometimes, having a killer reputation could be a hell of an inconvenience.
    “I’m not going to kill you.” Unless he ended up fucking them both to death.
    As long as she wasn’t a threat, personally, to the Reevers—or to those he’d sworn to protect. He doubted she represented much of a threat to anything or anyone, let alone the family he’d sworn his loyalty to.
    She glanced down their bodies, her breath catching as her gaze locked at where they were all but joined.
    Her scent wrapped around him. A hint of fascination, wariness, but there was also something more—something he didn’t like at all.
    The scent of pure, exquisite, lust-filled arousal and feminine liquid heat spilling from her body.
    Sweet, with a hint of spice. Clean, with a tempting freshness that made him wonder if she had ever been touched by another man in any way.
    Of course, there was no such thing as a virgin Breed female of this age. Unfortunately, most of their females had lost that innocence before they were even old enough to understand what it was.
    At that thought, he realized she hadn’t responded to his statement that he had no intention of killing her. Instead, her gaze was focused on his lips, much as his was on hers. The emerald color darkened, her pupils dilating as his head lowered, his lips moving slowly closer to hers.
    * * *
    H e was going to kiss her.
    Katie could feel it coming.
    Adrenaline was racing through her body, the urge to rub her hips against his, to feel the roughness of denim scratching against the lace of her panties was overwhelming.
    And she wanted his kiss. She wanted it so desperately that the wild, stormy taste she imagined it held began to tease her senses relentlessly.
    “Boss, we’re heading to the primary pick up point and the heli-jet’s landing,” the Breed racing the SUV toward that “primary” point, wherever that may be, informed Devil imperatively. “We still have two vehicles on our asses and plenty of cameras hanging out the windows.”
    Devil grimaced as smoldering anger flashed in his gaze.
    “Get us as close to the entrance as possible,” he growled, lifting his head to glare at the Breed who dared to interrupt them.
    Then he was moving. Ignoring her sharp intake of air as he lifted himself from her body before quickly pulling her into a sitting position on the floor of the vehicle.
    “Get ready to move.” Restrained, clipped and cold, his voice did nothing to dilute the arousal raging through her.
    Get ready to move?
    She stared ahead of them at the huge black raptor-looking heli-jet settling on the ground ahead of them as the Dragoon raced toward it. Turning to glance behind them, she winced at the sight of the quickly moving SUVs following them.
    If they made it before the rapidly focusing cameras mounted on the roof of the SUVs that were controlled by the photographers inside, then they’d be damned lucky.
    “Put it on.” Black material was suddenly shoved over her head.
    “What are you doing?” For a second, the world was black until Devil quickly righted the fabric and pulled the narrow eye slits into position.
    Her hair was shoved down the back of her dress, black material draping over her shoulders as she stared up at the black mask he now wore as well.
    “Three vehicles left at the same time and were picked up in a heli-jet in three different locations, while all occupants were masked before disappearing into the jets.” His lips curved beneath the silky material. “You’re about to lose your tails, cupcake. Get ready to run.”
    * * *
    B race!” Flint called back as he lifted one hand from the wheel long enough to jerk his mask from the top of his head into place.
    Devil wrapped one arm around his charge, his free hand clenched on the brace bar above him as the Breed suddenly threw the vehicle into a slight turn, skidding