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His hands dropped. She bent and scooped up the sheet. He’d go back to his room downstairs now, she’d go back to bed and try to sleep,try.
Erin brushed by him. “In the morning, we’ll talk.” A dismissal. Not sexy. Not subtle. She’d never really been the subtle sort. She climbed into the bed. Eased onto the mattress and tried not to notice the way his scent surrounded her.
“Scoot over, sweetheart.”
Her breath caught. “You’re not going downstairs?”
Jude shook his head. “Not the way things work. Not for me.” He eased in beside her and wrapped his arms around her body.
Erin tensed.
“Relax. I’m just going to hold you. Hold you and sleep.”
Sounded good to her.
His right hand curved around her stomach. The fingers drifted lightly over her scar.
“Something you should know.” His voice was soft.
She waited.
“When I find him, I’m gonna kill him.”
If only the bastard out there were easy to kill. If he’d been easy prey, she would have killed him herself, long ago.
* * *
It took a while for Erin’s breathing to ease into the slow, natural rhythm of sleep.
Jude held her, keeping his hold nice and easy, and he waited.
And he choked back his rage.The bastard marked her.
Close enough to mark. Close enough to kill.
Why the hell had Erin kept the truth from him?
She stirred in her sleep, moving lightly, and her nose rubbed against his neck. In sleep, she was soft and beautiful. Delicate. A woman who needed protection.
In passion, she’d been something else. Oh, still beautiful. With her shining eyes and hungry lips, Erin had been the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
But not delicate. Her hold on him had been too strong, too fierce. And her hunger had been as wild as his own.
The beast in him had been very, very hungry. For her.
His cock was still erect, still ready—because he wanted more. But when the ghost of fear had appeared in her eyes, he’d known the passion was over. For now.
He’d had her once. He’d have her again. And he’d make sure that fear never showed again.
Jude would stop the asshole out there. No doubt.
The beast inside couldn’t wait to taste the blood.
* * *
The rain was falling again. Dripping through the broken glass.
Drip.
