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privacy knotted Jazzlyn’s stomach, but she might not get another chance to search Caro’s room for something tangible , something that might identify Carolyn’s current boyfriend or provide a hint as to where they were.
     
    Deana’s husky murmur came from the living room. Jazzlyn cocked her head and listened more intently, hearing footsteps but not the sound of Kirill’s voice. She wondered what he was doing to keep Caro’s roommate occupied, and found with a surprise, that whatever it was, she trusted him to be in the same room with someone as gorgeous and underdressed as Deana and not be seduced.
     
     
     
    How much longer before Jazzlyn emerged from the bedroom ? Kirill wondered as he managed to get to the other side of the eating table without it appearing as though he was in a full-blown retreat.
     
    By the Great Shared Ancestor, he’d forgotten the effect his kind could have on human females in this magic-poor realm. Clearly it had been a mistake to grip Deana’s wrists and pull her hands from where they’d been trying to strip him of his clothing as he struggled to occupy her with conversation. Apparently doing so had been like waving a red flag in front of a bull or a glittering jewel in front of a dragon.
     
    The robe fluttered to floor as she moved toward him. “Don’t be this way,” she said, shrugging so her nightgown strap slid down and a breast was revealed. “I know you want me. You practically devoured me when I opened the door for you.”
     
    Her scent reached him. It enveloped him, but unlike Jazzlyn’s it didn’t stir either his cock or his fantasies.
     
    A small, niggling worry slid into Kirill’s consciousness as he remembered the silent exchange with Jazzlyn and the wave of dragon pheromones freed by the lust he felt toward his soon-to-be mate. Was it possible Deana had been caught in the backlash? Were her actions the result of his own lack of control?
     
    Between the sorcerer’s curse and the image he’d carried of Jazzlyn since he was barely old enough to be considered an adult, he’d never pursued a female or had reason to try to seduce one. He had no sexual experience, though before this day was over, that would no longer be the case.
     
    Embarrassed guilt caused Kirill’s face to redden. It deepened when Deana said, “There’s no need to by shy with me. I’ll take good care of you.”
     
    He dared a glance toward the hallway where Jazzlyn had disappeared, only to look back and find Deana was climbing onto the table, the movement making the short nightgown ride up, leaving her buttocks exposed.
     
    Horror vibrated through him as he backed away. Would Jazzlyn think less of him if he escaped to the car or if joined her in the bedroom like a scared fledgling seeking protection?
     
    Approaching footsteps stiffened his spine. Panic brought inspiration. He did not want his soon-to-be mate to walk in on this scene!
     
    Kirill lunged forward, plucking Deana off the table then hurrying to scoop up the robe. He wrapped it around her securely and tied the belt so her arms were bound at her sides.
     
    The shock of his actions kept her still. Or perhaps his proximity and pheromones subdued her. Either way, Kirill was grateful to have the situation under control as Jazzlyn entered the room.
     
    Her gaze lingered briefly on his face, noting his high color. “Ready to leave?” she asked, her voice holding the faintest hint of amusement.
     
    Kirill answered with his feet, getting to her side and hustling her to the car as quickly as possible. Even the prospect of being trapped in a steely deathtrap with Jazzlyn driving paled in comparison to remaining in the apartment with Deana.
     
    It took extraordinary effort for Jazzlyn to hide her smile and keep from laughing, but she managed it. Poor guy, he’d suffered enough.
     
    A sideways glance at Kirill and her heart turned over in her chest. He was such a contradiction.
     
    Most guys who looked as good as he did would have