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on his shirt and arms made the green of his eyes brighter, but it did nothing to lighten his expression. A muscle in his cheek clenched.
    “Next time I tell you to do something, it needs to happen. This isn’t a sparring match in your dojo.”
    Her eyes widened with shock before her temper caught up with her. “In case you already forgot, you killed this thing because I helped you.”
    He stepped into her personal space, but she was too pissed off to back up. Being this close to him, she had to look up in order to meet his eyes. Another unexpected fire smoldered inside of her until she almost wanted to go inside rather than face him.
    This close she could see the light shadow along his unshaven jaw, and the way his lips parted made her pulse pick up.
    “We got lucky.” He swallowed, his eyes locked on her face. Time slowed, and her lips parted. He leaned a little closer. His breath caressed her skin. Her heart pounded in her ears.
    Shaking his head, Gabe spun on his heel and stormed over to the body. He turned so suddenly, Tegan gasped to catch her breath.
    “I’m a slayer,” he said, without looking in her direction. “I can take a lot more damage than you and live to fight another day.”
    Tegan watched him start tossing all the body parts into a pile. What would he have done if she lived in an apartment complex? For the first time she was actually lucky she couldn’t afford the rent on a building in a higher-traffic area.
    “Slayer or not, you needed me, and I helped you.” He didn’t even glance her way as he pulled his battle-axe out of the body. Apparently he thought the conversation was over. Infuriating.
    Tegan shook her head, walking toward the dojo. As the adrenaline drained from her bloodstream, the pain of the demon blood on her bare feet flared. She was going to need another shower.
    She stopped at the door, glaring at him over her shoulder. “You should be thanking me, not giving me a lecture on hiding. I’m not a victim, Gabe. I hired you to find the thing that attacked me. I didn’t hire you to fight my battles for me.”
    She got inside the dojo and slammed the door. Resting her back against it, her hands started to tremble and her breathing went shallow. “No… The danger’s over. I beat it.” She whispered to the anxiety rising in her chest. “Not now.”
    She made her way up the stairs on the back wall of the dojo, talking herself down from the panic attack that made her limbs tingle. Yesterday she’d laughed about demons being real and today she’d helped kill one.
    And that thing called her his master’s woman . She touched the scar on her collarbone and forced herself to breathe. She’d die before she let that demon touch her again.
    But maybe that was his plan all along.

Chapter Four
    Gabe heard the door slam, and his chest tightened. He’d been a total ass.
    But it needed to be done. He wouldn’t have her blood on his hands, too. They were dirty enough already.
    He carried his battle-axe back to the trunk and wiped it clean with a sigh. He looked up at her window. He’d never met a woman like Tegan Ashton. She had moxie. She also had lips that drove him to distraction, not to mention those dark-brown eyes shadowed with wounds no one should have to carry, and so much fight and courage that it twisted his gut.
    All he could do was walk away before he pulled her into his arms. Another second of staring into her eyes and he would’ve kissed her.
    The kiss of death.
    Seeing her attacking the demon, cutting off its head, had made his heart stutter. She could’ve been killed. And if he didn’t keep this all business, she would. It would only be a matter of time. The fucking demons would butcher her just like every person he’d ever cared about. Not that he cared about her. It was just the passion and adrenaline of the fight, he told himself.
    The sobering thought kept him focused as pulled out his canister of necro powder. He walked back to the dead demon and drizzled the