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nothing more than kiss her. His hands in her hair were gentle, his mouth giving.
    His tenderness made Felice cry. Tears slid down her cheeks, and she tasted salt on her lips.
    Kieran raised his head and wiped away a tear with a gentle fingertip. “Hey,” he said softly. “I’m not that bad a level one, am I?”
    Felice broke into a laugh, though her face was wet. “I don’t know what a level one is, but you must be prefect at it.”
    “Nah, I’m only good at level three. Nothing else.” Kieran kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m very good at level three. I’m the best of the best. I wish I could stay here and show you how good, but . . .” He let out a breath. “But I have to go.”
    “Oh.” Disappointment darted through her with a strength that surprised her. “Go where?”
    “Out.” Kieran’s eyes shuttered, his warmth dissipating. “I have to talk to someone.”
    “Who?” Felice raised up on her elbows in alarm. The authorities? TGH Corp?
    “Can’t tell you that.” Kieran looked uncomfortable with the evasion, and Felice’s heart beat faster in fear again. “I’ll try to find you some clothes while I’m gone.”
    She swallowed. “Are you going to report me?”
    Kieran’s grim look faded to surprise. “Report you? Why should I?”
    “Everyone does. Everyone betrays . . . in the end.” She heard the bitterness in her words, and tasted them too.
    He stared at her in perplexity. “Shit, woman, what kind of people do you know?” He gave her another brief kiss, letting his tongue flick over her lips, then he rolled off the bed to his feet.
    Felice was cold without him. His body had been so warm, a comfort even on this hottest of worlds. “Bad people,” she said. “That’s who I knew.”
    “Not anymore.” Kieran studied her for a long moment, then he leaned down, cupped her cheek, and gave her a swift kiss, the pressure of his lips firm. “Damn. I can’t stop kissing you. I want to keep doing it.” Kieran let go of her and straightened up, but slowly, as though reluctant. “So, you stay here, and I’ll be back to kiss you some more. Eat something, and rest.”
    Felice’s stomach rumbled. “Is that an order?”
    “You’re hungry. And tired. It only makes sense.” His grin flashed. “If you need a Dom tell you what to do, sweetheart, I’m willing.”
    Felice gathered the sheet to her chest as she sat up. “You can’t tell me where you’re going?”
    “Nope.” Kieran un-self-consciously pulled on his loincloth and then a tunic he took from a recessed closet. “But I’m coming back. As soon as I can.”
    Kieran returned to the bed as he settled the clothes over his delectable body. He leaned to her, brushing Felice with the scent of fresh linen, and kissed her yet again, mouth strong.
    Finally he broke away, gave Felice a last look, and left the room.
    A wave of heat rushed through the apartment as Kieran exited through the outer door. Then the front door scraped closed, leaving Felice confused and alone in the dark and quiet.
    *** *** ***
    “Where the fuck have you been?” was Rees’s greeting.
    Most days, Rees was easygoing, laid back—which was surprising, considering how fucked up he was inside. DNAmo had given up experimenting on Kieran when they couldn’t make him behave, but they’d done a serious number on Rees. Most Shareem hadn’t known Rees existed until DNAmo had been shut down. Then he’d come out of nowhere, helping them, keeping Shareem together, keeping them alive. They all owed Rees.
    Today, Rees’s crazy side looked like it wanted to come out and play. It didn’t often these days, because he had a beautiful lady he’d taken as a lifemate, and she kept him calm. But now, the man was angry.
    “I was with a woman,” Kieran said as he took a stool at the corner table in Judith’s bar. “I told Braden.”
    “I know, but . . .” Rees let out his breath and sat down, wrapping his hands around an ale container. “Never mind. What did you find