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of anger she kicks an unconscious man. That outburst was as good a sign as any that she did not need
Kael Zyhn in her life.



Kael watched her stalk away, his body so tight he could barely draw breath. He actually shook with his
need to touch her, pull her close, bury himself inside her. Hisraynia . His soul twin.

She was a lot angrier than heтАЩd expected. He didnтАЩt quite understand why. But the fact that she actually
kicked an unconscious man, she a training Aleanian priestess, only proved how furious she was.

He frowned at her retreating back, his gaze drawn against his will to the curve of her ass, the long sweep
of her legs. He could practically feel those taut legs wrapped around him. His cock throbbed. He
adjusted his trousers to accommodate his erection, but it didnтАЩt help. Nothing would help until he was
buried deep inside her, bonding them together.

He waited until she was just out of sight then spelled himself into her presence again. He didnтАЩt bother
with a dramatic appearance this timeтАФhis earlier entrance had been fed by his anger at knowing his
raynia was in danger. Now he simply materialized next to her. Her surprised gasp incited his hunger.
Without thinking, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight. The feel of her curves
pressed against his overheated body made him groan.

HeтАЩd denied himself her touch for too long. He lowered his head, intent on tasting her lush, wet lips, but
stopped short when he felt the edge of a blade against his throat. He raised his head, frowning.

тАЬBack off, and back off now, Kael,тАЭ she hissed. тАЬI donтАЩt want anything to do with you anymore, so you
can just bugger off.тАЭ

тАЬYouтАЩre myraynia .тАЭ And that should have been enough. He couldnтАЩt understand her resistance. She
should be feeling the same fire as him. They wouldnтАЩt be completely bonded until they made love, but
even now their souls were entwining, meshing together. He could barely see straight for wanting her.

She laughed, a harsh, unpleasant sound. тАЬI donтАЩt care what you think I amтАФтАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩtthink youтАЩre myraynia ,тАЭ he interrupted. тАЬI know it, Rowena. You know it too. You canтАЩt deny
it.тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt want this, and I donтАЩt want you. Run on home to HeronтАЩs Deep, mage, because IтАЩm not having
anything to do with you.тАЭ

His arm flexed around her, tightening, pulling her closer. But her knife pressed sharply into his throat, a
reminder she was serious. Slowly, he loosened his grip and stepped away. She edged the knife from his
neck then sheathed it at her hip. With a final glare, she spun around and continued walking. He fell into
step beside her.

тАЬWhat the fuck are you doing?тАЭ she shouted, turning to face him. Anger made her cheeks flush pink
against the golden tan of her skin. тАЬGo away. You think I want to see you now? After twelve years?
Well, I donтАЩt. IтАЩve been doing just fine without you.тАЭ
He watched the flash of pain in her dark eyes, the barest hint of an emotion other than anger, before she
managed to mask it. His eyes narrowed, and he studied her more closely.