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literally swept off her feet.
    A black hood was thrust over her head and she was picked up under the arms and yanked into the air. Her feet flailed, seeking anything solid to touch on, but found none. She was being carried somewhere high.
    As pure terror surged over her, she clawed at the felt hood over her face. She couldn’t get enough air. She was going to suffocate.
    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The dark-chocolate-rich voice came at her ear.
    “I can’t breathe.”
    “Yes, you can.”
    His voice was soothing and she could feel a little of her panic leak away. Slowly, she let her hands drop. As she did, they brushed against the arm holding her around the chest. Wide and strong. And hairy?
    “Where are you taking me?”
    “We need to have a little talk.” The second he literally growled the last word, he tossed her.
    She landed on her ass.
    Which was probably a blessing since she couldn’t see. If she had tried to land on her feet she might have twisted her ankle or worse.
    Cursing, she yanked off the hood and looked around to get her bearings. She was on the rooftop of a building. A high building by the looks of it.
    Gravel bit into her palms as she gained her feet. Dizzy, she stumbled sideways and nearly landed on her butt again. A pair of strong hands held her up. Not the same hands that had dropped her to begin with—these were not hairy.
    Shrugging off his hold, she swung around to give him a piece of her mind. The words lodged in her throat. She nearly choked on them.
    He was beautiful. There was really no other way to describe him. Not in the effeminate way some men were pretty, but flawless like a statue of pale marble carved by the most talented of sculptors. His skin seemed to glow, as did his eyes.
    Oh, and he was naked.
    “What is going on? And who the hell are you?” She tried to not look at his other amazing parts. “And why the hell are you naked?”
    “None of those things matter.” He walked around her as he spoke, and she got a glimpse of his extraordinary ass. “What matters is that you listen very carefully to what I say to you now, Eden Swain.”
    “You know you’re the second asshole today who’s tried to tell me what to do.”
    He stopped in front of her and arched a brow. “Who else has spoken to you?”
    “Some big dude in the club.” She lifted her hand, the one still wrapped in a dishrag. “He gave me a little souvenir to remember him by.”
    “What did he tell you?” His eyes fixed on hers and she had the sudden urge to fall into them, to surrender herself to the fortitude in them.
    “To go home and forget about Lilith Grae.”
    “Considering the source, those are wise words.” He began circling her again. “After tonight, do not concern yourself with this matter. Go back to your life. Do not get involved.”
    “And what if I tell you to take a flying leap off this building and continue to do what I want?”
    He smiled but there was no joy or humor in it. “You talk tough, but you would not be able to handle the consequences of your actions.” His eyes glinted like stars in the night sky. “You think you live in hell now? You have no clue what that truly is like.”
    Without thinking, Eden used her injured hand to snag his arm as he walked around her. Pain seared through her and she grimaced. “You don’t know me. You have no clue about my life and what I’ve had to deal with.”
    He covered her hand with his own. “I know more than you realize, Eden Swain. Your soul bleeds all around you.”
    Tears sprang to her eyes with the description of the emotional torment she’d been going through. How could this stranger see right through her, to the very essence of her being?
    He was no ordinary man—it was evident in everything about him.
    “I do not tell you these things to hurt you. I say them to keep you from more harm.” He squeezed her hand, then let his own drop. “Searching for Lilith Grae will only bring you more pain.” Giving her his back,