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I knelt before him. Anson bared his teeth. I reached for him anyway. Something went through him. A surrender. I grabbed his arm and turned it, exposing his wrist. The tear he’d made had begun to heal. Only slightly pink, raised flesh marked where he’d bitten himself. I ran a thumb over the wound. In another hour…less…there would be no trace of it.
I closed my hand over his wrist, feeling his strong, steady pulse that beat in time with my own.
“Pat asked me if you were part dragon. But you’re not. You’re something else.”
He jerked his arm away. “I’m nothing,” he said. “No one.”
“Stop lying to me. Your blood. You healed him. If you’ve had the power to…”
“I have no power,” he said.
Anger rushed through me. My wolf came out just a little. A flash of fangs, my vision going white. I knew he could see my eyes flashing the brightest silver. He let out his own low growl.
“I fucking hate you,” I said.
“You should,” he snapped back.
“What did you do to my brother? Goddamn you, X!”
He lunged for me then. I felt the lightning shock of his collar as if it went through me. He was on me though, pushing past the agony I knew he felt.
“You should hate me,” he hissed. “You should kill me!”
He pushed me back until we were both lying in the hay, his body pressed against mine.
“I’ll do it,” I said. I slid my hands up, wrapping my fingers around his neck just above the collar. I felt his arteries. One swipe of a claw and I could lay him open. With the Dragonsteel binding him, he would not survive it without help. I could kill him in seconds.
“Do it,” he said. “End both of our misery.”
“What did you do to him? Did you do it to the rest of them? Are you the reason the wolves of Wild Lake are dying? My God. Did I bring it to them?”
The moment I said it, the thought settled into my gut, my bones. Was this my fault?
“I don’t know!” he shouted.
He was so strong. So rigid. I wanted to tear his eyes out. And I wanted…
Fuck.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I screamed at his chameleon face. Always changing. X. Anson. The man he was in between.
The muscles in his neck strained. His body molded to mine. I knew it. The curve of his ass. The outline of his cock.
God. I wanted.
“Take it,” he hissed. “Take it or end it.”
I let my claws come out.
“Your blood,” I said. “Will it cure the rest of them?”
No answer. Nothing. Just his silver-fire eyes.
I let out a low, threatening growl. He kept my stare, taunting me. Oh, yes. He wanted my wolf.
So I gave it to him. Arching my back, I let out a full-throated howl then raked my claws down his back, drawing blood.
Healing blood? Or was it cursed like the rest of him?
