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him again .
He wanted to kiss her again.
He wanted to drive his cock into her until…
Shit. He stood up, pacing away from her. He couldn't do that. How badly would he hurt her if he fucked her the way he wanted to? His kiss had nearly killed her. How deadly was he? He didn't know. He'd been so careful and precise his entire life. What was he capable of if he lost control? Could he kiss her again without losing his ironclad grip on his powers?
He turned back to look at her. I will protect you from me, Anya. And from anyone else after her. He looked around the empty, barren room, and spoke aloud. "I accept my role as guardian," he said. "Tell me what I need to do for her."
There was no answer. The red-haired woman didn't appear, either in his mind or in person. Just the empty, silent room that protected them both.
Swearing, he ran his hands through his hair. Once they stepped outside, they would both be hunted. With the demon on his tail and the broken contract on Anya's assassination, he was a target. Until he was able to remedy his breach of contract somehow, he was now one of the hunted...and so was Anya. Three assassins had been sent to keep her from having that conversation. Her mother had been murdered. Her mother's friend murdered. And her friend missing. She was a woman who came with a hell of a lot of baggage, and he had to acknowledge that it intrigued him.
He'd be bored if she were some pristine, flawless angel. The fact she came to him with death, assassins, and grief made her compelling to him. Her emotions and conviction were so strong that she'd broken through his shields, and he liked that.
Slade walked back across the room and crouched beside the couch, studying her more closely. "What have you gotten involved in, Anya? Why are you so important that you need to be killed? And why are you so important that you warrant a guardian?"
There was no answer from the sleeping woman, and Slade knew he'd have to wait until she awoke to get what information she had, which he suspected wouldn't be nearly enough, given the fact that she was so important that three assassins had been sent after her.
As he stood up to pace the room, anger began to smolder inside him, the same anger that had ignited when he'd watched his parents be murdered, the kind of anger that had almost destroyed him once. Who dared hunt her? Who dared to kill her only family? And who the hell had the power to snatch him from hell's doorstep and return him to the mortal world in exchange for his help? What the hell was going on?
And what chance was there that he had the power to take on whatever they were dealing with? He was a badass, yeah, but he had his limits. Stealing people from hell's front porch was beyond anything he could comprehend...and yet it had happened. Who had she stirred up? Why her? Why him? Where were the damn answers?
He knew he needed to find out before all hell rained down upon them.
* * *
H er mother was screaming . The flames were consuming her. Anya lunged for her, shouting for her mother, trying to get to her, but the flames were too high. "Mom!" She screamed, oblivious to the burns on her arms as she tried to get through them to reach her mom—
"Anya." Strong hands shook her gently, and she bolted upright, sucking in her breath as she looked around wildly.
There were no flames. No fire. Her mother was nowhere in sight. She looked around frantically, searching the barren room. "Mom?"
A male voice spoke gently. "Anya, you're with me. In my safe house. Look at me. Now."
She jerked her gaze off the far wall, staring blankly into a dangerously handsome face. For a split second, she had no idea who he was, her mind still caught up in her dreams, and then everything came flooding back to her. The Black Swan. "It's you."
"Yeah." His brow was furrowed. "You were dreaming."
"A dream." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I was reliving my mom's death."
"I figured." He was still holding her shoulders, his
He wanted to kiss her again.
He wanted to drive his cock into her until…
Shit. He stood up, pacing away from her. He couldn't do that. How badly would he hurt her if he fucked her the way he wanted to? His kiss had nearly killed her. How deadly was he? He didn't know. He'd been so careful and precise his entire life. What was he capable of if he lost control? Could he kiss her again without losing his ironclad grip on his powers?
He turned back to look at her. I will protect you from me, Anya. And from anyone else after her. He looked around the empty, barren room, and spoke aloud. "I accept my role as guardian," he said. "Tell me what I need to do for her."
There was no answer. The red-haired woman didn't appear, either in his mind or in person. Just the empty, silent room that protected them both.
Swearing, he ran his hands through his hair. Once they stepped outside, they would both be hunted. With the demon on his tail and the broken contract on Anya's assassination, he was a target. Until he was able to remedy his breach of contract somehow, he was now one of the hunted...and so was Anya. Three assassins had been sent to keep her from having that conversation. Her mother had been murdered. Her mother's friend murdered. And her friend missing. She was a woman who came with a hell of a lot of baggage, and he had to acknowledge that it intrigued him.
He'd be bored if she were some pristine, flawless angel. The fact she came to him with death, assassins, and grief made her compelling to him. Her emotions and conviction were so strong that she'd broken through his shields, and he liked that.
Slade walked back across the room and crouched beside the couch, studying her more closely. "What have you gotten involved in, Anya? Why are you so important that you need to be killed? And why are you so important that you warrant a guardian?"
There was no answer from the sleeping woman, and Slade knew he'd have to wait until she awoke to get what information she had, which he suspected wouldn't be nearly enough, given the fact that she was so important that three assassins had been sent after her.
As he stood up to pace the room, anger began to smolder inside him, the same anger that had ignited when he'd watched his parents be murdered, the kind of anger that had almost destroyed him once. Who dared hunt her? Who dared to kill her only family? And who the hell had the power to snatch him from hell's doorstep and return him to the mortal world in exchange for his help? What the hell was going on?
And what chance was there that he had the power to take on whatever they were dealing with? He was a badass, yeah, but he had his limits. Stealing people from hell's front porch was beyond anything he could comprehend...and yet it had happened. Who had she stirred up? Why her? Why him? Where were the damn answers?
He knew he needed to find out before all hell rained down upon them.
* * *
H er mother was screaming . The flames were consuming her. Anya lunged for her, shouting for her mother, trying to get to her, but the flames were too high. "Mom!" She screamed, oblivious to the burns on her arms as she tried to get through them to reach her mom—
"Anya." Strong hands shook her gently, and she bolted upright, sucking in her breath as she looked around wildly.
There were no flames. No fire. Her mother was nowhere in sight. She looked around frantically, searching the barren room. "Mom?"
A male voice spoke gently. "Anya, you're with me. In my safe house. Look at me. Now."
She jerked her gaze off the far wall, staring blankly into a dangerously handsome face. For a split second, she had no idea who he was, her mind still caught up in her dreams, and then everything came flooding back to her. The Black Swan. "It's you."
"Yeah." His brow was furrowed. "You were dreaming."
"A dream." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I was reliving my mom's death."
"I figured." He was still holding her shoulders, his
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