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“I made sure no one saw me. But you weren’t locked in. You were interning with a farmer, like you’d wanted. So I left.”
“I’m—.” I stopped myself from saying it that time. But suddenly, I was so cold. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself.
He swore under his breath and, grabbing my hand, dragged me inside and through the dining room. The ever-present Paco had been replaced by a vampire. He regarded us, stone-faced.
I flushed, but Gabriel ignored him to tow me down the hall to my suite. Inside, he pushed me into the bathroom.
“Strip.”
When I obeyed, he grabbed a towel and rubbed me down, and then bundled me into a bathrobe and marched me back into the living room.
He sat on the couch and crossed one leg over the other like the syndicate boss he was. Cool, in control.
Icy green eyes pondered me. “So. If it wasn’t for the money, why then?”
I wrapped the bathrobe tighter around myself. My worry and exhaustion came to a head, and I just blurted it out.
“Because of you, damn it. I did it foryou.”
16
Gabriel
Mila’s statement caromed like a cannonball around my brain.
Like hell she’d done it for me.
I’d initiated the blood bond with this woman. I’d intended to ask her to be my mate. And she’d left without a goddamned word.
My mouth twisted. She was still lying to me. A part of me wondered why I kept trying.
Then it hit me. I swore and came off the couch.
“It was my father, right? He got to you.”
Her eyes slid sideways. “No.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you want.” She stalked toward the bedroom. “I’m going to bed.”
“The hell you are.” Snagging her arm, I whipped her around to face me. “We’re going to finish this. Now. Tonight.”
“Let. Me. Go.”
She glared at me, her wet hair a rich brown tangle around her shoulders. The blue bathrobe had slipped down to reveal a softly curved breast. She noticed me looking, and snarled and yanked the lapels together.
But it was too late. We stared at each other.
The air changed, thickened.
She swallowed, a pulse beating in her throat. My gaze locked on its tempting flutter.
Last night, her blood had tasted sweet, tart, feminine. The essence of Mila. I’d had to force myself not to take too much, although after, I’d been ashamed I’d drunk from her at all. She’d lost that exhausted, fragile look, and I knew from Lougenia that she was eating well, but she was still recovering from her years on the run.
But now, looking at that hard, fast pulse, a vicious hunger gripped me. My fangs lengthened.
I was done trying to pry the truth from her. My gaze went to her wrist, where my gold bracelet glinted. She was here. She’d invoked the blood bond, sworn the oath. By our laws, she was mine.
