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She shook her head, a frown creasing her brow.
"Jonas wants me dead, Lance. But he can't kill me without giving me a chance to redeem myself first. But make no mistake, he hates me. "
"Why?"
She inhaled painfully at the question.
"I killed his mother. The only person at those labs who cared anything about Jonas, besides me. And I couldn't show him how much I cared, or I suffered for it. Madame LaRue was very possessive of her personal creation. As for why the others help me, it benefits both of us. They help me, I help them. It's enough that they've been there. "
"So why tell me this much now?" he asked her, rather than pursuing the information further.
"You protected me while I slept," she whispered. "You didn't have to do that. You deserve to know what you're facing. "
"You're my woman, Harmony," he growled. "I always protect what's mine. " She shook her head slowly. "I can't belong to you, Lance. Not ever. In six months, when this is over and I've redeemed myself by Breed Law, then I'll leave. If I can manage to keep my enemies from finding me that long. You can't afford to take me as your woman, any more than I can claim you as anything of mine. Doing so will only get us both killed. "
"How much longer can you fight alone? How much longer, Harmony, before Death gives up because she can't kill enough monsters or save enough children?" he asked as she moved to turn away from him.
"Why are you doing this?" It was a question she had fought for too long now herself.
"Why can't you just let it go, Lance?"
"Come here. " His voice gentled.
"What?"
He lifted his hand, crooking his fingers in a wave back toward himself.
"Come here," he repeated.
She moved toward him slowly, hesitantly. He didn't know what it did to her to be too close to him, how much he made her want. It rose inside her like a hungry beast, tearing at her soul with a need she had pushed back all her life.
"What?" she asked again as she paused by the couch.
"Touch me, Harmony. "
"I told you…"
"I didn't say fuck me, dammit, I said touch me," he growled. "Right here. " He thumped his chest. "Just touch me. "
She bent and placed her palm on his chest.
Heat. Harmony felt the weakness that flooded her as she went to her knees beside the couch, feeling the incredible heat of his body moving into hers. The phenomena was unlike anything she had ever known with another person. She had touched others, she wasn't a virgin, but she had never experienced this.
"This is why, Harmony. " He brushed her hair tenderly back from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek as she stared into his eyes. "Feel my body giving to you. I've never done that before. As though my soul knows what you need, just as my body knows, and it gives to you selflessly. That's why I can't walk away. It's why I claim you as mine, even knowing that isn't what you want. Because that bond is already there. It was there when I pulled into the parking lot of that bar when all I wanted to do was head home. It was there the second my eyes met yours, my skin touched yours. Run away if you have to, but at least be aware of what you're running away from, baby. "
He looked so sincere. His eyes darkening, his expression pulled into lines of worry and concern. As though he cared.
"Why?" She couldn't stop the question from passing her lips even as the heat of his body poured through her palm. "Why do you care, Lance? I kill…" He shook his head slowly. "What the child was forced to do is not her fault," he whispered. "What the woman has done to survive, and then to wreak vengeance, can be forgiven. It's where you go from this point that matters. Learning the difference between what is just and what is justice could mean the difference in your freedom or your own death. But what's between us goes deeper than life or death. "
"It's a chemical reaction," she snapped, attempting to jerk her hand back. His hand gripped hers, forced it to flatten against his chest once again as his gaze turned fierce.
"How many one-night stands have you had, Harmony? How many men have you picked up in bars and spent the night fucking?"
"Stop!"
"Answer me. Or should I answer it for you? None. " His voice lashed at her as his anger, lust and need seemed to lie in the very air around her. "You've never done it before. Why?"
"It's none of your business. "
