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Guard for a hundred years if I didn’t know that? I knew you’d come for the necklace. I didn’t know you were going to charge into the bar and forget you were dealing with the pack.”
    She drew back slightly. “What? You knew I’d come for it? Why take it if you knew I come for it? I don’t understand.”
    His eyes flashed with something dark, something tormented. “You will,” he said. “I promise you. You will.” He scooped her up and started carrying her towards the back of the suite, towards his bedroom.

Chapter Five
     
    A wolf’s torment...
     
    Aylia was here and Nico had no intention of letting her run away; of that, she’d been right. Nor did he think he could survive another day without her, let alone another long century. He held her, carrying her through his bedroom, their bedroom, and straight to the massive bathroom, his feet hitting the gray and white marble floor leading to the massive round tub Aylia had often filled with bubbles, where he’d often joined her.
    He flipped on the light and set her on her feet, facing the mirror so she could see his face, so he could see hers, so she could see the torment he felt. Emotion he’d never show anyone else in this lifetime. Just her. Just his little witch.
    “Nico?” she asked, uncertainty in her voice.
    His fingers settled on her waist, working her shirt upward.
    She grabbed his hands. “No. No, I...just no. You sent me away. You took my necklace and left me for dead. Turning me into a big puddle of melting butter isn’t going to change those things, so let’s just not go there.”
    Guilt and anger collided inside him at her rejection, anger at himself for all that had taken place, for all that he should have prevented and did not. For making her feel he’d betrayed her, for her actually believing that he would, when he knew he’d given a damn good convincing performance.
    Nico reached up and grabbed the neckline of her shirt, ripping it down her shoulder and her back, before turning her so that they could both see in the mirror. “This is why I took the damn necklace,” he said, his fingers tracing the scars. “This is why I wouldn’t give it back to you when I retrieved it. It’s dangerous. It did this to you.”
    “ Wolves did this to me,” she said, facing the counter, her eyes colliding with his in the mirror. “Rebecca, one of your Guards who decided to hop into bed with Andres, helped him do this to me. They’re dead and the world is safer. ”
    It had been a betrayal that had cut deep into the Society, into him when she’d attacked Alyia. “Andres and Rebecca might be dead, Aylia, but the Rebel movement is far too large to just go away. Once they reorganize, someone close to Andres in the rankings, who knew about the magic, will come for that necklace and either kill you for it, or try to use you to make the magic work. You need my protection.”
    “I don’t need or want your protection, Nico.” Her voice was tight, strained, her eyes glassy. “I’m nobody’s obligation. I have my Coven and my necklace, or I will before I leave here today. Those two things are all I need.”
    He turned her to face him. “Your necklace didn’t protect you when you were attacked. You were down and bleeding to death before you ever knew what happened. As for your coven? You think they will protect you? Where the hell were they when Rebecca and Andres damn near killed you?”
    She stiffened her spine, her eyes turned from glass to ice, her bottom lip quivered. “Where the hell were you, Nico?”
    He threw his head back with the impact of those words, at the truth of them he wished he could change. “I deserve that,” he said, burying his face in her neck, his hand sliding to her lower back. “But I promise, I’m never going to deserve it again. Aylia-”
    “Don’t,” she said, the fingers of one of her hands sprawling on his chest. “Don’t say anything else. Let me out of here. I need space. I feel claustrophobic and I don’t