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adventure. She was damn near done with adventures. And there were
no best buddies in her life.
    “There are some candy bars in the bag. I’m
Ayden, by the way. What’s your name?”
    Already he was pulling on the closest trunk
she’d used her gift to lay long ways against the cave entrance.
Wood cracked and snapped as he put muscle into it and began
breaking it down.
    Magda moved the light to focus it on the bag.
Later she’d wonder why this male brought chocolate. At the moment
it was the greatest treat she could have imagined. She ripped at
the paper, peeling it away and sunk her teeth into the candy bar.
Nothing had ever tasted so good. She’d already thanked the
male—Ayden—once and wasn’t going to shower him with gratitude, not
when his true motives weren’t clear from his scent.
    He smelled amiable, but more than that. She
picked up on the scent of his shampoo, the soap he’d used and the
smell of his laundry soap. It was more than the external aroma
about him. There was that friendly, content scent but there was
also curiosity, and determination. Determination to do what?
    If she dwelt on it he would detect her fear.
Already he knew she was hiding. He knew why. He knew what she was.
It wasn’t clear yet why he was playing friendly instead of killing
her.
    If he fought with some internal moral code
that killing a female was wrong, she might need to play that to her
advantage. For the time being, she would return the amiability.
There was no harm in allowing him to see what he was doing while he
broke down the trunk into sizes small enough to make a fire. She
flashed the light in his direction and took another bite of the
delectable chocolate.
    Watching him almost made her forget how cold
she was. Muscles rippled in his back as he put more strength into
making firewood than a normal human was capable of doing. His arms
were long, and well proportioned with the rest of him. Through the
sweater he wore, she noticed biceps bulge when he turned and began
piling the wood on the cave floor.
    It was a toss up on whether those powerful
looking, long legs, or his perfectly shaped tight ass were her
favorite parts of his body. Although when she glanced up, his
focused expression on a perfectly chiseled face, damn near did her
in.
    His skin was very white, but there was
healthy color in his cheeks. He had broad, high cheekbones and a
firm, square jaw bone. His eyes were a beautiful blue and blond
hair cut short around his face showed his maturity. This was a
healthy, well built in his prime male. Large and powerfully strong.
Muscular and sexy.
    Damn. She was in trouble.
    Hurrying to make herself busy, Magda shifted
the light off him and into the bag in search of another candy bar.
If she started drooling over this ideal specimen of the human male
body, her scent would ripen with her lust. It would be incredibly
foolish to forget she was now alone in a room-sized cave with him.
There was no way she’d be able to out power, or out run him. He
wasn’t mated. She didn’t smell another female on him. In spite of
how well he was treating her at the moment that didn’t mean he
wouldn’t try fucking her the moment the fire was going.
    Maybe that was his plan. Fuck her then kill
her. He didn’t smell like a sick, demented werewolf.
    Her hand slipped over something smooth in the
bag. Fried chicken in a ziplock bag! Her mouth started watering.
Such a wonderful find couldn’t have happened at a better moment.
One more second of imagining what he might do after the fire was
going and he’d smell how wet her thoughts were making her.
    When was the last time she’d had sex?
    The moment the fire he was building warmed
the cave and filled it with light, Magda would crawl over to him.
If she seduced him first, it would throw off balance any schemes he
might have in mind. Possibly once he was naked and sated, she’d
escape him.
    “What’s your name?” he asked again.
    Magda leapt out of her thoughts. Her hand was
pressed