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directly.” Oh and she wished she could call the words back the moment she’d snapped them out. How could she be so careless as to let the admission slip? She shouldn’t be so ready to share how much she enjoyed what she did.
    And that was her shame, wasn’t it? Violence sang through her blood—the mortal part of her heritage surging to the fore at the mere memory of the earlier fight. More. She needed more.
    Kayden watched her, still and yet poised on the balls of his feet. “The Baen Sidhe are peaceful fae.”
    At any moment, he’d be moving and she’d be countering the motion. She craved the action, the potential.
    “Yes.” She grit her teeth, struggled to focus on choosing her words with care. “We watch over the old families, Sing for those who will be lost. The Sight comes to us and we know their fate. It is not within our power to change it, only give warning. Sometimes, we Sing the pain away so the dying find peace sooner. It is our gift.”
    A step closer, another, until he was close enough to heat the air whispering across her skin. “And does your Sight show you many more deaths here, in London? Do you feel like Singing?”
    “There are so many.” Her whisper came out harsh, bitter. London had become a killing zone and the deaths crowded her vision until she had to stare into his eyes to find an anchor. “And the Song won’t come for those who walk after death.”
    “Why?”
    “Their peace was stolen from them, taken beyond my power to Sing them to their rest. Zombies have no soul.” Beyond the horror of what they were was the sadness of what they’d lost. Her mother would have shed tears for them.
    His eyes shown golden; what did he see when he stared at her?
    “You don’t want to bring peace though. Not now.” He drew in a long breath through his nose, let it out his mouth. “Anger, rage, your scent is hot with need.”
    Her heart thumped hard, things tightened low in her abdomen. “Yes.”
    His hand rose, hovered for a moment a millimeter from her cheek, then lowered to her shoulder. He barely brushed her shoulder yet her skin burned where he’d touched her.
    “When I found you earlier tonight, a dozen zombies littered that park.” He bent close, his words tickling her ear. “No peaceful fae sliced them to pieces.”
    No. Red crept along the edge of her vision—the color of her madness.
    “I need to go.” It came out harsh, guttural.
    Kayden stilled, his hand hovering at her elbow. “Where?”
    Where she wouldn’t be a danger to those around her. “Back to the gardens.”
    “There’s no peace there.” He watched her, his gaze burning into her.
    She wanted to grab his shirt, rip it to shreds. Her fingers curled into talons in response. “There is something else I need.”
    “I’ll go with you.”
    “No.” Oh, but he was strong. She hadn’t seen him fight yet, but she knew. Shape-shifters were a magnificent breed, physically hardier than the fae who could take animal form. Kayden’s energy beat against her skin until she could scarce stand the heat of it, and the idea of pitting her strength against his?
    Yes, oh yes.
    “What do you want?” His voice had deepened; the timbre of it sent shivers down her spine.
    Was there a word for it? How would he think of it? This man with a soul equal parts man and cat, a predator in every aspect of his being?
    “Hunt.” She breathed the word. “I...I need to hunt.”
    She needed to kill.
    He hooked a finger under her chin, gently but inexorably lifting until she met his gaze. “What are you?”
    “Aberration.” The word echoed through her memories. Despite the need riding her, the cool wetness of a tear traced its way down the side of her hot cheek.
    “No.”
    She couldn’t see his expression, he was so close. Instead, she closed her eyes, tried to make him understand. “My mother was Baen Sidhe and my father...was mortal, but not just a human. Father was a berserker, a nightmare on the battlefield. When he stepped onto the