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"Kicking down my door wasn't a good start to that end," she said curtly. "Last chance, Romeo."

"Sorry."

Before she could figure out how to keep bluffing him, he had zipped forward, so quickly she couldn't
immediately track the movement. He slid forward, under her gun sights, across her prized hardwood
floor, and tackled her around her knees. With one hand he cushioned her back as she fell to the floor;
with the other, he pulled the gun from her grasp. Hefting it, he knew at once it had no clip, and he smiled
at her. "Good bluff. I never doubted you." He tossed it over his shoulder.

"Get off me!"

"I will. Wait. Tell me now, while we have some privacy—you weren't hurt that night? After, I mean? I
had to be rough when I threw you out the elevator door. There wasn't time to—"

Part of her anger—a tiny part—diminished. He was a wannabe kidnapper and a rapist, but he was
awfully concerned for her well-being. She remembered his concern that night, too, after he had taken her.
Him on top of her, both of them still panting, and his hands running over her limbs, checking for injuries,
making sure she wasn't hurt.

"No," she admitted through gritted teeth. "I wasn't hurt. Not even a skinned knee. They told me you
died."

His gold eyes twinkled at her. "Just a couple of broken legs. But I'm a fast healer. Were you sorry?
When you thought I was dead?"

"No," she said stiffly, remembering her sobs, the way it had taken her an hour to stop crying after the
elevator fell down the shaft.

"If I had died," he whispered, leaning in close, nuzzling her ear—to her annoyance, her entire left side
started tingling. "If I had died, I would have taken a beautiful memory with me. I would have died sated,
knowing my seed had found a home, knowing the bravest woman I ever met was going to mother my
child."
 "Shut up," she said thinly, bringing her hand up to push his face away—he went easily, and she had the
feeling he went because it pleased him, not because of anything she had done. "Shut up, I hate you, I
wish youhad died."

"I know," he said sadly. "Your opinion is not about to change." Abruptly, he shifted his full weight on her,
and she felt his fingers come up and settle on the junction between her neck and shoulder . . . and start to
squeeze. Black roses bloomed in her vision and she felt herself fading, fading, using up precious strength
to get him off her rather than trying to drag his fingers away from her neck and what the hell was that,
anyway? Was that—



Chapter Four



She woke in an unidentified bedroom . . . and came to consciousness yelling. "What the hell wasthat !