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easily, not about to let her escape. She glared at him. “Don’t bully me, Nico Moore. You know how much I hate it. You might be the alpha here with your own, but I am not your own and you are not my alpha. ”
    It took every bit of willpower he had, to step back rather than carrying her off to the bed and making love to her until she listened, but he did it. He stepped back and held up his hands. “I’ll back off. Just, please, hear me out. That’s all I ask.”
    Shock registered in her face. “ You said ‘please’?”
    “Yeah, well, I know I’m better at demanding than asking,” he admitted, knowing the core of his wolf, but also knowing how important Aylia was to him. He wanted her to know as well. “But I’m asking now.”
    She pressed her hands to the counter, her legs primly pressed together. “Over a year, Nico. You shut me out for over a year. You didn’t even come to me when I was attacked.” Her voice quivered as she added, “You have no idea how much that hurt me.”
    “I know,” he said, starting to move.
    She held up a hand. “No. Stay back. I can’t think when you touch me.”
    He inhaled and gave a sharp nod. “Knowing you were hurt and that I couldn’t come to you about killed me.”
    She made a sound of disgust. “You could have come to me. You just didn’t.”
    He shook his head. “No. I tried. That blood sucking, bastard vampire Marcus has some sort of angelic connection that I can’t begin to figure out. He popped me to some alternate dimension and left me there for an entire week.”
    “What? Why in the world would he do that?”
    “He was convinced that if I went to you, I’d be painting a bull’s-eye on your chest. By the time he freed me, he’d given you his blood, and you recovered. That’s when I decided I had until midnight on your birthday to kill Andres and Rebecca, and anyone else in the rebel movement I could get my fangs in.” He softened his voice. “When you turn twenty-five, I intended, I intend, for you to be right by my side, and safe.”
    She searched his face. “Why didn’t you just tell me this last night?”
    “Because I wasn’t willing to take a chance that you wouldn’t come back to me and let me protect you. You have no idea, Aylia, how much it killed me to look at your scars last night and to know that sending you away exposed you instead of protected you.”
    “Like I said -- guilt.”
    “You’re damn straight I feel guilt, Aylia. I let the woman I love get attacked and nearly killed. What the fuck else would you expect me to feel? It’s tortured me. It’s still torturing me. I wasn’t letting you walk out of that hotel wearing the necklace. I wasn’t and I won’t leave you exposed again. If you’d have refused to come with me, I would have been forced kidnap you. In which case, your damn Coven sisters would have reached into some magical mojo that would have caused all kinds of trouble.”
    “Damn Coven?” she challenged. “ Damn wolves .”
    He stared at her a moment and suddenly his lips twitched beyond his control. This was so familiar, so good; an exchange they’d had a million times before this, over her meddling coven sisters. “Fine then,” he said, barely containing laughter. “ Damn wolves .”
    She stared to laugh. “I don’t know why I’m laughing. And just so we’re clear, it means nothing that I’m laughing.”
    “Right. It means nothing.”
    “I don’t know how you always make me laugh when I’m furious. And I am. I’m beyond furious with you.”
    “I know, which is why I should probably warn you that I’m not going to be able to stand here without touching you much longer.”
    Her expression turned serious. “I don’t know how to do this. How to be us again, if it is even possible.”
    He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. “Yes,” he said, stroking her hair. “You do and it is.” He scooped her up again and carried her to the bedroom and up the platform the massive bed was set on