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followed his. She sneered at the child she had bore.
    “Animal. No better than a dog—” she gasped. Her eyes widened, then dimmed.
    “Wolfe.” The others were rushing through the cabin now, voices raised in fear. “Wolfe dammit, she got by us—”
    They came to a sudden halt inside the bedroom. The three women and three other men, all out of breath, were smeared with blood, but triumphant.
    “Did you get the soldiers?” he asked them quietly as he moved to Hope, drawing the blanket around her silent body as he picked her up from the bed.
    “All of them,” Jacob reported. “We didn’t kill them though.” He nodded to the still form of the scientist.
    “Get her out of here,” he ordered them. “Find a deep, dark hole and bury the bitch in it. She won’t get a chance to hurt anyone else.”
    He carried Hope into the living room, sheltering her body with his as he felt her low sobs against his chest.
    “I won’t grieve for her,” she whispered tearfully. “I did that when I was a child.”
    “It’s okay to grieve, Hope,” he assured her sadly. “Grieve for what never was if you need to. But let it go.”
    He sat down on the couch, cradling her to him.
    “She would have killed you,” she whispered. “She would have killed me as well, eventually.”
    He smoothed her hair back from her face, grieving for her.
    “Can you forgive me for her death? Forgive me for what I put you through? For not trusting you?” He touched her with adoration, with pain, with thanksgiving.
    For a moment her expression went blank, then a most curious light of female knowledge lit her eyes.
    Wolfe narrowed his eyes on her.
    “What?” He asked her.
    “I climaxed,” she whispered.
    He grinned. “Yes, you did. Quite well, too.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “While you thought you were torturing me, those screams of agony were actually orgasms. Not big ones, but enough.”
    He frowned. “That’s not possible. Do not try to salve my conscience, Hope.”
    She laughed. She dared to laugh in his face.
    “Want to try it again in a few days, so I can prove it?” she offered.
    Heat flared in his body. His cock hardened.
    “Do I get to tie you up again?” he asked her, definitely interested.
    She shrugged. “If you want to.” But he could see the excitement in her eyes.
    Wolfe sighed deeply. “Why do I get the feeling, Hope, that you have effectively turned the tables on me without my knowledge?”
    Her sapphire eyes gleamed up at him.
    “Maybe because I did. And I won’t grieve over her, Wolfe. I was more terrified for you. I thought for certain she would hurt you. Maybe kill you. I couldn’t live with it, if she had. I would have died with you.”
    He touched his lips to hers as he stared into her eyes.
    “I love you,” he whispered against the tender curves. “Always, Hope. I will always love you.”
    Her eyes drifted close on a drowsy sigh of contentment. He held her tightly to his chest, thanking God every second that she was safe, that the Bitch was dead. Their lives would be safe now, and he needed that for her.
    “Wolfe.” Jacob stood beside him, watching him quietly. “We’re going to take her body back to her soldiers. When they awaken, they can do whatever the hell they want to with her.”
    “Did they find the cabin as well?” He couldn’t risk that knowledge.
    “Hell, they didn’t make it ten feet from the truck. The Bitch wouldn’t have found it if you hadn’t left orders to let her through.”
    Wolfe nodded. He hadn’t meant to kill her, but he knew they were all better off with her death.
    “We will leave you with your woman then. When should we return?” Amusement lit Jacob’s light blue eyes.
    Wolfe grinned. “Weeks perhaps,” he answered him tiredly. “I have time to make up for, my friend. Several years at least.”
    Hope slept in his arms, unaware of her mother’s body being carted out of the cabin. As the door closed behind Jacob and the others, he sighed deeply. He had his