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There was something about that agreement that just didn’t sit right with her.

Something that just smacked of a man with an agenda.

The arousal that burned between them was another warning.

She’d warned him not to mate her without her knowledge.

He hadn’t kissed her. He hadn’t taken her.

But still, she swore she could smell the subtle intensity of the hunger burning between them.

She shouldn’t be able to smell any such thing. But the delicate, barely there scent of a man and a woman merging still seemed to pique her sense of smell.

And that knowledge terrified her in ways she didn’t want to face at the moment.

“Where is my room then?” she asked.

His hand lifted, rubbing at the back of his neck before his expression turned pure, predatory male.

“With me,” he answered.

The breath stilled in her chest, her heart constricting, the shame and rage burning inside her like a trail of lava seeping from her soul.

His room.

She so wasn’t surprised.

“I don’t think so.” If she sounded belligerent, it might be because she was.

“You’re going to hurt my feelings if you keep rejecting me, Liza.” His lashes lowered, the heat in the glitter of his gaze seared her senses.

“You would have to have feelings first,” she snapped, certain that wasn’t at this moment.

No man, or Breed, with any clue to what emotions were, could possibly stand and do what he had done to her tonight.

Steal her independence.

Take everything she was and not even allow her the chance to fight for it.

“So where exactly would that be?” It was all she could do to force the word past her lips.

She wasn’t going to bother to argue or to refuse to stay. They weren’t going to let her out of there tonight, and she was smart enough to know it.

“Come on.” He held his hand out to her.

Liza couldn’t force herself to take it. She couldn’t allow herself to touch him.

Because she wanted him.

She wanted him in spite of the fact that she felt manipulated as hell. She wanted him in spite of the knowledge that she was being used.

Used to catch a killer.

Used to save a child.

But she was being used all the same.

Slowly, his hand lowered.

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