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A slow smile. One that whispered across his face, lifted his upper lip, and had her thighs clenching.
“You, sweetheart.You.”
Erin gulped. Dammit—that scar on his top lip—sexy.She could see the hunger in his eyes. The man’s hunger and the beast’s.
And she felt the hot rise of her own need.
Not going to happen.She took a moment to let her heart rate ease back to normal. This wasn’t the first time she’d had a strong physical reaction to a shifter.
Okay, a really sexy shifter.
And it wouldn’t be her last. She couldn’t stop the rush of sensual awareness, but Erin controlled the wild instincts inside herself. She always had. “The city will pay you,” she said again and let ice coat her words. “And pay you well.” Because hunting a killer like the one who’d slaughtered Bobby wouldn’t be easy.
He snorted. “They’d better.” Jude didn’t look away from her. “But, you’ll pay, too.”
The words were a definite threat. How annoying.
Shifters always thought they were the baddest assholes on earth.
Because some of them were.
* * *
The local news carried the Burrows story that night at ten. A bright, perky blonde appeared at the top of the hour announcing, “Bobby Burrows, the suspect in the so-called Slasher Crimes, was found dead in his holding cell today. Police aren’t releasing any information on this case yet, although sources say foul play is suspected...”
What?
He stared at the screen and felt the rage boil in his blood.
Foul play was suspected?Fuck, yes, he’d carved up that bastard.
And he’d done it forher.
The image on the screen flickered and a close-up shot of the mayor and the DA appeared. The DA was running his fat mouth about the security at the station.
Blah. Blah. Blah
The camera angle altered, just a bit, and his prey appeared.
So perfect.
Erin stood a bit behind the mayor. Looking all calm and lovely in her button-down shirt and pants. Controlled and elegant.
Such a beautiful lie.
He knew who she was, what she was, down deep, past the skin. She was just like him. She liked the blood, the screams, the pleas for mercy.
He knew all about the real Erin. Flawed, broken, and wild for death.
Just like him.
He hoped that she’d liked her little present. Hoped she enjoyedallof the presents he would give to her. Soon.
He rose and went to the TV. He touched the spot just over her image.
Sweet, sweet Erin.
“No more running, love, you’re mine.”
