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like to think so. They are at peace. No more suffering, no more pain.”
    Tory snorted. His kitten was getting back her claws.
    “But no life. You’re just dead?”
    “It is a different reality, love, but still an existence.”
    “Will you tell me about it?” she asked, her tone filled with a longing that tugged at Michael’s heart strings. If he got his way, death would be something she’d never experience. Not first hand, at least.
    “Later. But for now I want you to rest. We will need to be prepared once darkness falls. We might not know Asmodeus has found you until he is upon us, and I do not want you encumbered by fatigue.”
    Tory did not argue, which Michael saw as verification of her exhaustion. Nor did she utter a protest when he rose with her held tightly against his chest and left the bathroom. Ever so gently, he laid her on the bed then followed her down, unwilling to relinquish the feel of her body next to his. And it would make what he planned that much easier.
    Grimacing against the pain, Michael bit down on the top of his tongue hard enough to draw blood. As the honeyed taste filled his mouth, he lowered his head, his lips covering Tory’s. Then, running his tongue along the seam of her lips, he tried to coax a response, to no avail.
    Framing her face with his hands, he whispered, “Open for me, love.” Gently applying pressure on her chin with his thumbs, he was filled with jubilant triumph when she complied. Michael groaned as her tongue tangled with his before sweeping inside her mouth, making certain his essence mingled with her saliva.
    What he would have given to get lost in Tory’s arms, but he couldn’t risk her consuming too much of his blood. Michael pulled back, his breath see-sawing from his lungs, his dick throbbing with unfulfilled desire. Glancing down, his eyes met green ones brimming with tears and it was like a punch in the gut.
    “Tory?”
    “I know I’m nothing more than an imposition, a vow forced upon you by Ari, but please don’t leave me,” she whispered, tripping over the words as one tear slid slowly down her cheek.
    Brushing away the offending wetness with his thumb, Michael stared dumbstruck, only realizing he’d taken too long to respond when, with what sounded like a soft sob, Tory attempted to push him away. But refusing to budge, he pinned her squirming body to the mattress with his hips nestled between her thighs and her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. Her lush heat burned him through his jeans, cradling his dick with the promise of paradise. The vow to Ari was one Michael could definitely get behind.
    “Ari does not belong here in our bed, Victoria. Now or ever.”
    Michael didn’t know what reaction he had expected from his mate, but her hand connecting with his cheek was not one of them. It completely blindsided him, allowing Tory to push him off her and gain her freedom.
    “Then where does she belong, Michael? Because I got the feeling you two were awfully close.”
    For one stunned moment, Michael tried to come to terms with the words Tory had snarled at him. Standing beside the bed, fists clenched in jealous anger, she was a sight to behold, revving up his desire a notch or two to where the only thing that mattered was getting her back under him. Then the implication of her insidious taunt sunk in. He must have misunderstood her meaning.
    “Exactly what are you accusing me of, Tory?” he demanded quietly.
     

Chapter Five
    Tory swallowed heavily. The pain lining Michael’s face hit her full force in the chest, frightening her with the urgent desire to return to his arms, to ease the hurt she’d caused. Stumbling back a step, she refused to give in to the need. He could easily be playing her. For all she knew, Michael could be a real Casanova, his one and only desire to get into the pants of every woman he encountered. Though her body was screaming he was different, that what was between them was special, Tory was short on trust, and at