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“I did.”
    “Just give me a minute to recover.”
    “A minute?”
    “Maybe two. In the meantime…”
    His hands clasped her waist, and he lifted and turned her so he straddled her hips and she lay beneath him once more.
    “My turn,” he murmured.
    He leaned down and kissed her lips then trailed light kisses across her cheek. His warm breath tickled her neck as the tip of his tongue traced patterns on her ears, then down the line of her throat. He kissed her collarbone, then lower, and her nipples tightened beneath his heated gaze, sending darts of pleasure shooting to her belly and lower. A slow smile curled his lips. Reaching out, he trailed one long finger over her breasts. He plucked at her nipples with his finger and thumb, then bent his head, took one tight little bud into his mouth and bit down.
    The sensation was mind-blowing.
    He kissed her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, swirling patterns on her skin, and she was almost overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure. He pushed down the waistband on her pants, and his mouth moved lower.
    She had to act now, before she lost it completely. Before she decided never to go back, to stay here with this man for whatever time she had left. Her thoughts warred with the feel of his mouth moving over her skin, moving closer to the core of her desire.
    But even from the short time she had known him, she’d perceived that Sebastian was a man who would honor his responsibilities. Soon, he would come to his senses, remember his missing people.
    She had to go now, before she was completely undone, before she gave in and told him anything he wanted to hear.
    Anya took a deep, calming breath. Staring over his shoulder, she focused her powers on the heavy stone jug that stood on the bedside table. The jug lifted easily, flew through the air, and crashed down on the back of Sebastian’s skull.
    His eyes widened, filled with confusion. Then a shudder ran through his body, and he collapsed on top of her.
     
    Anya lay beneath him, unmoving. Her face was wet, and she realized she was crying silently into his shoulder. After a minute, she swallowed her tears and pushed her hands against his chest. She dragged herself from under him and stumbled to her feet.
    With trembling fingers, she picked up her bra and T-shirt and pulled them on.
    She rubbed her hand across her face and turned to go. At the door, she paused and looked back. She tiptoed to the bed and sank down beside him, picking up the pieces of the broken jug scattered around his head.
    One side of his face showed and she stroked the silky hair back from his cheek. It occurred to her, fleetingly, that she could quite easily complete her mission, now. He was helpless, all she needed to do was open the vein in his throat, and his life would drain away. She traced one finger down along the vein. Beneath her fingertip, she could feel the throb of his life force. So fragile.
    She stood up abruptly. This time she didn’t stop at the door.
     

Chapter Seven
    The walls were closing in on her.
    Since she’d got back to the Agency, Anya hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of being trapped. A sense of evil hung about this place. She’d done her best to ignore it in the past, but now, the doubts that had plagued her so long, crystallized into hard, cold certainty.
    Everything inside her screamed that Sebastian was not the immoral mercenary the Agency made him out to be. She might not have been able to read his mind, but she’d sensed his innate strength and goodness. He was like the moonlight his people loved, a bright light in the darkness of night. Whatever else she did with her life, she knew she had to right the wrongs she had done to him and his pack.
    She’d told her handlers that Sebastian was dead.
    The lie wouldn’t hold up for long, but she hadn’t wanted to reveal that she had left him alive. If she’d admitted she’d failed her latest mission, she was unsure how the Agency would react, and she needed her