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that Daniel understood her need for revenge. On a visceral level, he actually agreed with her. Williams deserved to die, and they should be the ones to kill him.
    When Daniel had broken into the morgue to recover Su-jin Lee-Bennett’s body, the sight of her, the damage done to her poor body …he had never felt rage like that before. The only thing that could have made it worse was if it had been Sarah on the slab.
    Even the idea of that made his throat close and his blood pressure rise. If that man had killed Sarah, had tortured her in the same way he had Su-jin, Daniel knew he wouldn’t stop until he’d ripped out Williams’ throat—Daniel’s job as an enforcer of tiger law be damned. The last eight years of upholding his people’s rules, all the good he’d done as a Tracker, would mean nothing to him if Sarah were murdered.
    So, how could he ask her, sincerely, to let go of her own anger and give up on killing the man? How could they expect Joseph to forget about revenge when it was his only sister who had been murdered?
    Daniel didn’t have an easy answer to those questions. He only knew he loved Sarah—even if he hadn’t admitted it to her—and he did not want her locked away for life. He would do anything to keep her safe. Anything.
    He risked a glance at her. She stared out the side window, silent and distant. The thought of losing her punched him in the chest. But he couldn’t let that fear stand in his way. He might lose her, but she’d be safe, alive, free, able to go on, and have a life.
    He focused on the road, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel as he tried to ignore the rich scent of her natural fragrance swirling around him. Protecting Sarah was worth any sacrifice. He’d give her up if he had to. If she decided she didn’t want him after this, he’d let her go.
    What happened after that…he couldn’t find it in him to care.
     

    CHAPTER THREE
     
    They were on the highway for about ten minutes before Sarah stopped brooding and focused on her surroundings. A sign for Lancaster flashed past.
    What the hell? “Where are we going?” she demanded, finally facing Daniel.
    She shouldn’t have. Looking at him robbed her of reason.
    Every single time.
    He was a beautiful man—tall with dark brown hair and the most electric blue eyes she’d ever seen. His features were an interesting mix of his Russian father and his Bengali mother, though he bore a much stronger resemblance to his father. Tigers tended to favor the same sexed parent—daughters their mothers, sons their fathers. Daniel was no exception. There were hints of his mother, in the angles of his face and the shape of his eyes, but stood side-by-side, Daniel was every bit his father.
    The combination of genes made him one of the most gorgeous men—tiger or human—she’d ever encountered, and she lost her mind every time they were anywhere near each other.
    She blinked, trying to banish the breathless obsession. A side effect of her job as a genetics researcher was that she always studied people for their hereditary makeup. But Daniel was another story all together. Her study of him went well beyond a mere interest in his genes.
    Her lips still tingled from Daniel’s near kiss earlier. Being with him this close to her estrous was so dangerous. Her skin felt hot and tight, her stomach danced in giddy anticipation of his touch. Ignoring his unique scent was impossible in the confines of the truck—that delicious mix of citrus and cumin and flavors with no human words.
    After seven Runs, she still couldn’t get enough of him. His touch, his taste, the feel of him …They only ever had that time during the Run—at least until she got pregnant—so the weeks in between her cycles made the anticipation stronger.
    If she stopped thinking, she knew she’d never be able to keep her hands off him. Even now, with her anger and grief so near the surface, she could lose herself in Daniel.
    His hug, his understanding earlier had