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Surging forward and striking like a cobra, I grasped his shoulders and simultaneously hiked my knee up, catching him right between the legs.
He sucked in a breath, froze for half a breath as he clutched himself, then he toppled to the side, wincing as he landed on his shoulder in the dirt.
“There’s the money shot,” he gasped, his face contorting in pain as he curled into a ball and tried to look up at me as he cringed. “Well done, my lady.”
“Thank you.” I nodded over his praise before swinging out and knocking the blunt edge of my sword’s hilt against the top of his head.
He grunted before falling unconscious, shoulder first to the ground on his side, where his body went limp and half his face slammed ungracefully into the dirt.
“Damn,” I panted out, bending at the waist to rest my hands on my knees.
Finally. Thank God that was over.
But what the hell was I supposed to do with him now? I blinked at the man sprawled before me, his back facing me, and a new fear clutched my gut.
I couldn’t just let him live. He’d been able to track me for a solid week, and it didn’t matter what disguise I wore; he’d been able to find me again every time. That meant he could in the future, too. If I didn’t kill him now, he could always pursue me, which also meant I’d have no peace, no sense of security, no rest. I’d just be constantly running. More so than I did now.
If I only knew how he’d been tracking me—and why—maybe I could still fix this.
But if he’d had no idea I was a Graykey—
You know what? The why didn’t matter. I didn’t care about his mission or goals. They meant nothing to me. He’d probably been lying anyway. And I just wanted him off my trail.
If a glamour couldn’t divert him, he must have a vial of blood from one of my family members, I finally decided, and he was able to track me that way. No idea how he could’ve gotten that, but I couldn’t come up with any other explanation.
So, really, all I had to do was find that vial, destroy it, and then he’d never be able to follow me again. Problem solved. Plus, I wouldn’t have to kill anyone today, either.
Double bonus.
Except the idea of searching him sent a flutter through me that made me pause. I’d have to touch him, all over, patting around inside his clothes and against naked skin to find the vial.
He was a little too handsome to be doing all that to, at least for my peace of mind. Heat collected under my own clothes. I’m not sure why his features made any difference in the grand scheme of things. But it definitely made everything feel so much more intimate to me.
I found myself focusing on the rounded curves of his ass and how perfectly his dark trousers cupped the tight globes.
The insides of my thighs tingled, and my breasts suddenly felt heavier as I imagined my palm flush against the silken yet hard flesh of his buttocks and slipping over the delectable hills, before heading up that strong back to trace every bump and dip in his spine, until—
“Good God.” Gulping, I glanced away, then circled to the other side of him so I’d be forced to stop ogling his ass and could see more of his front.
What the hell was wrong with me, anyway? If I couldn’t find that blood on him, I was going to have to kill this man. Mentally undressing and fondling him was not going to help me accomplish either goal.
And yet, instead of crouching next to him and starting my search before he woke to fight me again—which he really would fight this time, now that I’d stupidly revealed I was a Graykey, and his kind was designed to kill my kind—I just stood there, gazing at him.
Using the tip of my sword, I caught a piece of dark hair that had fallen over his face and was obstructing my view. Gently, I brushed it aside so I could see him better.
But wow. He’d really been formed majestically, hadn’t he? With his full mouth parted slightly as he breathed, I was even held enchanted by the brief peek of his top teeth I saw between his soft-looking lips.
I licked out my tongue over the top of my own lip and moved my gaze over the beginning of a beard that couldn’t hide the strong definition of his cheekbones and jawline. His eyes had been so bright and alive. They had twinkled with interest and energy when he’d looked at me.
I shuddered and shook my head.
A cut he’d probably gotten when he’d fallen after I knocked him unconscious bisected his eyebrow and was beginning to bleed. And dammit, even that made him look dashing.
An urge to lean down and kiss the injury away filled me, and I took a wary step back, intimidated by my own reaction to him.
Maybe I should just kill him now and be done with it. Anything to avoid getting up close and personal with all that wild beauty sounded preferable right now.
From behind me, another twig snapped, and then a new voice spoke.
