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And she didn’t want to hear hiret she saw in his dark gaze, or the grim determination that emanated from the stormy color of his aura "How fortunate for you and your martyred honor that I’ll be out of your life toer and bitter pride

She didn’t even make it two steps

Lazaro was suddenly in front of her And he was fu her path with the muscled wall of his body and the power of his sudden fury

Aht-blue pools of his eyes as his gaze clashed and locked with hers "The fact that you’ll soon be out of my life is fortunate for you too, Melena" He drew in a breath andhis pupils to thinning, inhuoff to pout like a petulant child"

"Let go of rip only went firh, angled cheeks sharpening with the es She refused to shrink under the full blast of his Gen One fury "You call it restraint, the fact that you deny yourself the things you really want? Do you honestly think your guilt is ever going to release you if you only keep feeding it with your self-imposed isolation and pointless, hollow honor?"

A snarl curled up fros "You’re far too young to lecture uilt and honor You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about"

"Don’t I?" she challenged hotly And maybe a bit recklessly too, but she was so pissed off at hi your wounds, hiding fro or anybody? One of us is acting like a sulking child, but it sure as hell isn’tshe had Then Lazaro’sSpiked with raw fury and violent need

Melena felt his fangs press against her lips, against her tongue when she opened herback now She felt that hard intent roll through hiainst her brsts She felt it in the steely deht his arm around her back and hauled her into a brutal ee of his arousal

She felt the wall coainst her spine and realized dazedly that he had enetics to propel them both across the floor in an instant Lazaro fked her razed her lips with the deadly points of his fangs His big body caged her, allowing her no room to escape, even if she tried

"Now tell me what you know about my restraint, Melena" His voice had dropped to a ti reasonable and sane in her treaze bore into her, daring her to flinch as he bent his head toward her vulnerable throat "Tell me about my hollow honor"

She couldn’t speak All of her senses were drawn taut, coiled to the point of breaking His breath rushed hot and fevered across her neck, into the sensitive shell of her ear Her pulse was racing, electricity coursing through her veins everywhere Lazaro touched her He reached up, ran his fingertips over the scarlet teardrop-and-crescent-moon mark at the base of her throat