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"I will see you dead before you put your hands on her"

"Not if I put you in your grave first"

Styx stepped forward, quite prepared toto offer

"Is that a threat?"

"Oh yes" The glow in the golden eyes shimmered as Salvatore battled to control his beast "You have kidnapped ht choose Including death"

"Consort" Styx jerked as if Salvatore had stabbed the dagger in his heart In fact, it felt as if he had "A pure-blood will only ave a loarning hiss The terowing by the moment

Surely whatever penalty he would be forced to endure would be offset by the pleasure of putting Salvatore in a nice, deep grave

"Darcy is not a olf," he gritted

"Can you be so sure, va smile curved Salvatore’s lips Think what you will" He twirled the dagger, then san to stroll across the room "Come, Hess, we must be on the trail of my queen So sorry you can’t join us, Styx By the tiain Darcy will bebefore he could even think

That dog put a finger on Darcy? He would see hi forward, he was unprepared for the large form that suddenly loo force, sending theround

In the blink of an eye Styx was on his feet, but so was Viper

"Styx, no," Viper growled, his fierce expression warning that he was quite prepared to fight Styx to keep hi the da the Weres We have to get out of here Now"

"And leave him free to track down Darcy?" Styx de with the need to follow after the Were "He will have her long before sunset"

A strange expression rippled over his coant features

"If she truly is his consort then you must step aside, Styx," he said in a careful tone "Not even the Co as a prisoner"

"Darcy is no olf," he retorted in a frigid tone

"But"

"No more, Viper As you have so tediously repeated, dawn is approaching"

Turning on his heel, Styx crossed the warehouse, his power sending the dust swirling about hi beneath the pressure

He was a vaer

Dammit all

He would not even consider the notion that Salvatore wasn’t lying

He had to be

Darcy couldn’t possibly be a wolfs consort

Not when he was absolutely certain that she had been intended by fate to be his ownand a painfully stiff neck

Obviously sports cars were all well and good to drive around in looking spiffy, but they were a bitch for a poor wo her neck, she struggled out of the car and glanced around the small park she had chosen to hide in

It was one of the carefully ant neighborhoods A place she didn’t have to worry about being attacked while she slept At least not by hued to steal the sort of car that could only belong to someone with considerable wealth, not even the police had bothered to disturb her

Her storanola that she had left behind in the bag Gina had brought for her

Dang it

That stupid olf had ruined everything

Of course, the wo her attack even more than Darcy did At least at thememory of the violent confrontation Jeez, the woman was clearly demented How could she possibly be jealous when Darcy had barely spoken to Salvatore?

Maybe all olves were simply deed with a s around this park when she could be in her car driving as fast and as far away fros and started over more times than she could count After all, she never had had anything, or anyone, to keep her in one place

A nen, a new job, a new beginning

Big deal

But even as the teh her

Not until she knew the truth of that picture