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ruffling the loose strands of silky hair near her ear.
    It sucked the fight from her, urged her to melt into him. The muscles in her neck loosened, sagging her head back into his shoulder.
    His fingers brushed her cheek, the barest touch. “Sorcha,” he said again, sighed really. “I … I missed you.”
    A shudder racked her.
He
missed
her
? Right.
    She jerked her head away from him. No.
Hell, no!
    Remembering her purpose—and that he intended to keep her from it—she kicked his knee out with the heel of her boot, satisfied at the crunch of bone. He released her, cursing in pain.
    She dropped to her feet. Panting, warm and flushed despite the arctic temperature, she jerked her gaze back to the open door.
Tresa.
She dove for the opening, screaming when a rough hand clamped around her ankle and brought her down hard.
    Her body crashed flat, stretched out on the wood floor. She twisted around and kicked.
    He dodged the attack of her boots, his expression furious, eyes like ice, the flame at the center twisting blue-cold.
    â€œStop that,” he hissed, crawling up the length of her and flattening his chest over her, trapping her arms at her sides.
    â€œGo to hell!”
    His body pressed, hard and heavy, like a rock weighing her down. His face loomed above hers, so close she could see the tiny white scar above his right eyebrow. She’d always wondered about that. It had to have happened when he was a boy. Before his Initiation, before she knew him.
    She released a ragged breath. The hot air fanned against his face in a frothy white cloud.They’d never touched like this, body to body. Adult male to adult female. As a girl, she had fantasized about it, but it never came close to happening.
    Her heart hammered with alarming speed against her too-tight chest and she worried that he heard it. Felt it. Read more into it than fear and panic. She couldn’t have that.
    Like lycans, dovenatus were a primal species, driven by their more fevered emotions. Emotions like lust.
    Shaming warmth pervaded her. He might get it into his head that she
wanted
him to take her right here, like a pair of rutting animals.
    â€œAre you going to quit this stupid game?” he demanded, his voice a hard bite on the air. Hardly the sound of a man driven by insatiable desire … and a part of her bristled at that, even as another part breathed a small sigh of relief. Some things never changed. She didn’t affect him
then,
and she didn’t affect him
now.
    The familiar burn of shame crept over her, reminding her of the girl she had once been, longing for his attention, craving his love. She had wanted him to be her first kiss. Her first. Period.
    She stifled a snort. She was more experienced now. She’d tasted desire and wouldn’t fool herself into thinking this man could deliver what no other could. If she had an itch, she would get it scratchedby some other … as soon as she got away from him and finished her business with Tresa.
    â€œWell,” he demanded, “are you going to quit?”
    â€œWhat? You want me to say ‘uncle’?” She sneered at the sudden memory. That had been the only word she could say to get him to stop tickling her as a girl.
    His lips twitched and something inside her froze at that. It was like a flash, a glimpse into the past, when she could amuse him and make him grin. “Something like that,” he murmured.
    Mentally shaking herself, she glanced desperately to the door again. She could still overtake the witch if she escaped now. Although immortal, demon witches didn’t possess any of the super speed or strength of dovenatus or lycans. They had their gifts, their magic, but nothing else. Right now, Tresa was a normal woman out there running at snail speed through the tundra. It didn’t matter that she’d gotten a head start. Sorcha could track her down in moments.
    As though he read her mind, his chest sank ever deeper over