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was no destiny or fate involved. He fucked her and marked her to trace her. Nothing more. The fact that he'd wanted her the minute he'd walked into that damn club was incidental. There was no ultimate universal plan.
    And that's how he answered her question. “Because now I can find you when I want you."
    She moved so fast he didn't have time to stop her. When she spun away, her demeanor was in disarray, her natural hair mussed from the wig, and her jaw clenched. “I should have known."
    He stepped toward her and handed her clothes to her. She took them cautiously, ready to lash out. Her gaze never left his while she yanked her clothes on.
    "Why did you let me mark you?” She could have stopped him. There had been that moment, the split second that he'd been vulnerable, when he'd released her arms. She could have killed him and ended his sexual hold over her. But she hadn't. Maybe she didn't believe in the mystical shit about mate marks either.
    "What the hell do you want?” she asked fiercely.
    "Information.” He kept still, knowing she was most dangerous trapped and marked, her only options to attack him or run. The smell of her was still clinging to his dick, and he had difficulty focusing. She was his . And he wanted to prove it. He shook his head. That was foolish thinking. She was just another woman, another cunt. Nothing special.
    Even his cock, on the verge of arousal again, knew that was a lie.
    Her nostrils flared. “I don't talk."
    "You just fuck,” he taunted her.
    Her gaze held his steadily. “Yes."
    "Bullshit,” he snapped. “You're marked now, machinka. There's no escape from that."
    She whirled and bounded over the alley fence in an impressive show of acrobatics that made Xandros gasp. A smile lifted his lips. She could run, but she couldn't hide.
    "Sightseeing?” A voice sounded directly behind him, and he jerked around, caught off guard.
    Shaun Fenway stood in the alley, his features hidden in the muted light of the dark street globes. Xandros glared at the man. “Spying on me?"
    "Actually no.” He glanced at the alley fence. “I was following the same leads you were, I imagine."
    Xandros tensed. The man was lying. What the fuck was going on? Rina was an assassin, and Shaun had also been one of the Brotherhood's killers. Had Shaun come to meet her? A sharp stab of jealously surprised him, and he suppressed it. It would be stupid to get mixed up with either of these people. They were dangerous.
    "Convenient.” He didn't relax but stared at Shaun. The man was in a loose fighting stance, looking as if he had all the time in the world, but Xandros knew he was ready for an attack.
    "How is fucking Rina going to find Aron and Finn?” Shaun circled Xandros.
    "Jealous?” Xandros crouched down, prepared for anything.
    "Rina was never my type,” Shaun replied while he studied Xandros.
    "I meant jealous of Rina. Would you prefer to be fucked rather than the one fucking?” He grinned, hoping to piss his opponent off enough to drive him to make an error. “I've heard rumors of how you were reinstated into Nyral society."
    Shaun froze and confirmed some of those rumors. Actually, Xandros had obsessed about the rumors. He'd heard Leo Eyler had fucked Shaun and branded him. Xandros shouldn't have cared. He'd been ostracized by Nylar for five years. But it had eaten at him, pissing him off. Perhaps it was because he'd loved dominating men in the past. A man's submission was never easy or given cheaply.
    Perhaps that was Xandros's attraction to Rina. Her surrender had not been an easy thing either. But it wouldn't do to get distracted since Shaun had drawn a knife, launching toward Xandros in a lithe, quick jump.
    When Shaun attacked him, Xandros grabbed him, holding the man's forearms in a tight grip, keeping the knife he'd drawn at a distance. Xandros met Shaun's gaze, his face thrust closer to the other man's. Slowly, inevitably, he pushed Shaun back. The growl that emanated from the Shaun's throat only