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for them,
claiming that the Casus had already discovered the Marker and taken it for
themselves. Then they’d been attacked, and Quinn, a raptor-shifter, had
suffered a serious injury to one of his wings.
    “Why wasn’t I called when Noah arrived solo at Harrow
House?” Kierland demanded. “Quinn knows better than to keep this kind of crap
from me.”
    “Because we knew exactly what you would do when you
heard about Kellan, and he doesn’t want you running off on your own. It’s bad
enough that you’re staying here in Prague without anyone to back you up. The
last thing he wants is you and Kellan running around unprotected.”
    More of that grim silence seethed around them, like a
physical presence inside the car, until he said, “What is Kellan even thinking?
If Westmore and the Casus can read the maps, which is looking damn likely at
this point, considering they’ve taken two Markers right out from under us, then
what will they need him for? It’s not like they’re going to exchange him for
the code. They’re more likely just to kill him on the spot than to take him
into custody and back to their compound, wherever the hell it is.”
    “Kell believes they’ll use him to demand the other
Markers from us. The ones that your unit has already found.”
    “Shit,” he muttered. From the way he thumped the
steering wheel with the flat of his palm, Morgan figured he obviously agreed.
    “I’m pretty much of the same opinion, but Kellan is
set on doing this. As his friend—”
    “As his friend,” he snarled, cutting her off, “you
should want what’s best for him.”
    “And what if what’s best for him turns out to be this
woman?”
    He made one of those thick, sarcastic sounds that only
a guy could pull off. “Spare me the romantic drivel, Morgan. It’s hardly your
style.”
    “Don’t go there, Kier,” she warned in a low voice,
narrowing her eyes. “Because you have no idea what my style is.”
    This time, the sound surging up from his throat was
sharp and explosive, and as he shoved the dark, wind-swept fall of his hair
back from his brow, she could see that a tic had started in his temple. “Chloe
Harcourt is not going to be anything but another notch in my brother’s belt.” He
ground out the words, forcing them through his clenched teeth. “And that’s if
he manages to get in the compound and back out again without getting his ass
killed.”
    Another wave of silence settled between them, and
Morgan almost wished for more of the arguing, since it was in those charged
moments of waiting that his presence began to overwhelm her. It was painful,
being trapped inside the confines of the Spider with him. One of those
devastating little pains that you couldn’t reach with a careful, soothing
touch. A physical ache inside her blood and her bones that made her want to
throw open the door and run out into the cold, chilling freedom of the night,
just so she could escape it. He was too much—everywhere—the warm, mouthwatering
scent of him covering her skin…filling her head…sinking into her pores. He
smelled like something that Morgan wanted to take inside her mouth and sink her
teeth into, the dizzying effect of his scent making it difficult for her to sit
still, and she bit her lip, doing everything she could to hold in an
embarrassing moan.
    God, she’d rather die than let the Lycan know she was
affected by his presence, the idea sending a cold, sickening shiver down her
spine. It reminded her of how she felt when she was having an attack, and she
frowned, unable to believe that she’d almost broken down while fighting the
guards. The only godsend to her panic disorder was that she’d never actually
freaked out during a battle. It was only afterward, if she’d been forced to
fight in an enclosed space, that the thick, suffocating blanket of leaden
anxiety would sometimes overcome her, squashing her down like a bug.
    Strange, that she’d panicked tonight in the middle of
the fight. And