They fought through the burning safe house, a lethal dance of instinct and trust. Kira’s Lynx agility let her flip over debris, her shots always finding their mark. Dane moved like a nightmare—silent, unstoppable, claws extending from his fingertips to tear through body armor.
Dane’s jaw tightened, a low growl building in his throat—the sound of a man fighting his own genetic imperative. “For two years, I’ve tracked you from the shadows, kept other hunters off your trail. I told myself it was duty. That you were a loose end.”
“Dane,” she breathed, her hand inching toward the plasma pistol under her desk. lora leigh books
“Because you cracked the wrong file,” he said, tilting her chin up with one calloused finger. “The one about the ‘Genesis Protocol.’ They know you’re alive. And they’ve sent a cleaner team. We have twelve minutes to run.”
She managed a fierce smile. “I can shoot while doing calculus.” They fought through the burning safe house, a
He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “But the wolf inside me has a different name for it, mala . Mate.”
“Good.” He kicked the door open, a wall of muscle and fury. “Stay behind me. Don’t die. And Kira?” Dane’s jaw tightened, a low growl building in
“So are you.” He reached over, gently wiping a gash on her forehead. The gesture was achingly tender for a man who’d just killed six people. “Tell me the truth, Kira. When you escaped two years ago, did you take something from the lab?”
“Then why are you here?” she whispered.
She laughed—a rusty, broken sound. “I wasn’t built for gentle, Dane. I was built to survive.”