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“Fuck!” His control broke. He slammed into her, plunging again and again, and the scent of sex filled the air.
He froze, then a long shudder worked his body. The darkness of his eyes heated, and Zane called her name.
Jana wrapped her arms around him, held him tight, and realized she’d never felt better.
Never felt better and never been in more danger. Because if the demon holding her so tenderly, kissing her shoulder so sweetly—if he found out about all the things she’d done in New Orleans, he’d be the one handing her over to the FBI and putting her up for extermination.
* * *
Dawn was coming. Jana lay in bed, her demon’s arms around her, and watched the trickling rays of light break through the blinds. She hadn’t slept after the sex. Neither had Zane. Guess he’d learned from his mistake before.
They’d lain in bed. He’d held her. It had felt nice.
Weak. You’re letting yourself get weak with him.
She cleared her throat and forced herself to speak. “So what’s the plan?” She glanced at him and found his gaze already on her. “You’re not going on the run with me.”
“You’re not running.”
Her breath expelled. “Well, since I’m not planning on dying, I don’t see a lot of choices here.” Not like she could just stay there and wait for the FBI to come and pick her up. Not ready to die, thank you.
His fingers feathered down her arm. “There are always choices.”
Easy for him to say. He hadn’t spent five years locked up in hell. She’d gotten out at eighteen, but then she’d just traded one prison for another.
“I need to know…” His eyes narrowed. “I need to know about the people you’ve killed.”
“Why?” She tugged away from him and rose from the bed.
“Because you’re not the cold-blooded killer you pretend to be.”
Her lips pressed together. Not that he could see the tremble anyway. She had her back to him. “Wow, aren’t you the sweet-talker.”
“Tell me about the first fire.”
Screams. Pain. Flames that burned so fast. “They say you never forget your first,” she murmured. She’d tried, but had never forgotten the sound of Greg’s screams or the smell of his burning flesh.
“I’ve heard there’s no control with an Ignitor’s first fire.”
She jerked on her panties and heaved up her jeans. “You’ve heard right.” A bitter laugh slipped from her lips. “I didn’t even know what was happening.” Jana hooked her bra and tugged on her shirt. “I was so scared. My skin felt like it was on fire.” Her hand dropped to her stomach and pressed hard. “My gut was churning. I thought I’d explode.”
And she had.
No, he had.
Jana turned back to face Zane. She lifted her chin. He had sat up in bed, and the covers pooled around his waist. “I thought I was normal. Just like everybody else, and then the fire came.” She shook her head, remembering the taste of fear. It tasted a lot like ash.
“An Ignitor’s power hits at puberty.”
The man sounded so damn clinical, but he was right. She nodded.
“And it’s usually spurred on by an extreme emotional upset,” he added quietly.
Give the guy a freaking cookie. So he’d done his homework on Ignitors.
I killed the last Ignitor who crossed my path.
He climbed out of bed. Naked, strong. He grabbed his pair of jeans and pulled them on, then he stalked toward her. “Were you upset, Jana? When that first fire broke free, were you angry?”
