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plan, and it probably wouldn’t work anyway.
    But if it did, it would save her life.
Temporarily at least.
    Hawke frowned, looking wary as she went
still. “What?”
    She turned to pace across the room. “I was
thinking…”
    “About?”
    She faced him and took a deep breath. “Virginia
Clarke.”
    He frowned, and then his eyes widened as realisation
sank in. “You’re thinking about Article Six.”
    “Yes. It worked for her. And she was a
Vampire.”
    He studied her, irritation on his face. “Imogen,
it’s an interesting idea, but there’s no time to get yourself pregnant; they’re
going to be here in less than an hour. You’ve run out of time.”
    “Have I?” Her gaze drifted to below his
black leather belt.
    He followed her eyes, stared at his groin
for a few seconds and then raised his gaze to look at her. “You’re kidding me.”
    “Article Six doesn’t specify how far along
the pregnancy has to be. Clarke conceived purposefully, and the embryo was only
hours old—but when the S.U. broke down the door and found her, they couldn’t
kill her. The Covenant forbids it.”
    “Look…”
    “I’m serious, Cam. This is my life we’re
talking about.”
    He seemed lost for words. He flexed his
hands and arms, looking up at the vines tying him to the bed. “Well, I can’t do
anything about it tied up like this.”
    “On the contrary. It’s not your hands I
need.”
    His eyes widened. “Imogen… Come on, you can
let me go. I believe you. I’ll help you, I promise.”
    “Nuh-uh. I can’t trust you.”
    “Of course you can.”
    “You came here to kill me!”
    “That was before I knew what happened to
you.” He looked panicky. “Don’t do it, not like this.”
    She stood in front of him, and, before he
could say anything, pulled her black vest over her head, wincing as she moved
her wounded shoulder, and dropped it to the floor. “Keep talking and I’ll put
one of those vines across your mouth.”
    He stared as she stood there, naked from
the waist up. She lifted her hand, watching the moonlight illuminate her white
skin and turn it to mother-of-pearl, conscious of his gaze on her. Slowly, she slid
her black shorts down her legs and kicked them to one side.
    “Holy fuck.” He looked at her in alarm. “That
doesn’t count, it was a comment; I wasn’t talking.”
    She walked up to the bed and climbed onto
the mattress. Sitting astride his legs, below his knees, she lifted her left
hand, palm facing toward him.
    He stared as a sharp, black thorn appeared
above his throat.
    “Imogen . . . .”
    “Shh.” She moved her right hand to the side
and the vines strapping his chest retreated slightly, although they were still
tight across his shoulders and legs. She moved her left hand downward. The tip
of the thorn nicked the top of his body armour then cut right through the front
of the Kevlar chest-piece as if it were made of butter.
    She sliced right down the front of his
chest, watching him hold his breath as she stopped above his belt. She then
carved up the sides of the armour until she had removed the chest-piece
completely. Taking the two pieces in her hands, she tossed them onto the floor.
She ripped apart the buttons of his black shirt, exposing his wide chest with
the dark scattering of hair disappearing in a thin line into his pants. “That’s
for my white shirt.”
    Hawke stared at her, breathing hard. “This
is crazy.”
    She glared at him, drawing a line in the
air with a finger, and a wide strip of vine hovered above his mouth. “I’m not
kidding, Cam. This is my life at stake. Say one more thing and I’m gagging you.”
    She undid his belt, pulling it out from
under him, and threw that onto the floor too. Hawke cursed under his breath and
yanked at the vines pinning his hands to the headboard, but they tightened the
more he struggled until eventually he could hardly move at all. As she began to
undo the top button of his fly, he stopped moving and swore, looking up at