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special GTECH abilities, it seemed. There was no other way to explain how he’d stolen her wind-walking ability, and she was willing to bet he’d created her blackout. Otherwise, her breasts wouldn’t ache with a stranger’s nearness… her thighs wouldn’t beg to press together.
    “First things first,” he said, and just like that, he snatched her purse from her grip and off her shoulder.
    She reached for it, but it was too late. He had it and her gun. “You son of a bitch!” she ground out between her teeth, barely containing a yell sure to bring unwanted attention, and silently cursing herself for letting him best her.
    “Such a potty mouth on a pretty woman,” he chided. “Now you can turn around and apologize.” He shifted his weight and hers with him, as he rotated her to face him, giving her the opportunity she’d been waiting for. The playing field was far more level in a full frontal confrontation, her skill and training able to shine against his superior strength. The instant Lara was facing forward, before he managed a solid grip on her again, she shoved the GTECH with her supernatural strength, trying to get him off her so she could wind-walk and attack him from behind. He didn’t so much as rock from the shove, but adrenaline was her friend, and she quickly followed with an attempt at a strategically placed knee. He countered the knee with his hands and trapped her leg with his.
    She growled with frustration. She hadn’t felt this pathetically weak since she’d watched her family get slaughtered, and she’d sworn she wouldn’t ever again feel such helplessness. She was a GTECH, trained well, his equal, and she wasn’t letting his size and sex dominate her. Nor was she done fighting. She shoved him and threw a punch. He captured her hand in his bigger one with ease.
    He arched a brown eyebrow, amusement in his gaze. “Feisty little GTECH thing, aren’t you?”
    She kneed him in the groin, and this time she landed the blow. He grunted loudly, and she reveled in her success. “Feisty doesn’t begin to describe what I am or what I’ll do to you.” She lifted another knee. He caught it.
    She took the opportunity this distraction gave her and reached for her bag. He was too quick though, and he pulled it back. Her chin inched upward, narrowing the gap separating them, to meet his gaze with a lethal glare. “I assume you’re aware that no one will ever call you a gentleman, not that I think you care. A girl’s purse is sacred.”
    His eyes, which he’d camouflaged from the GTECH black that came with conversion, to his natural honey-colored eyes, twinkled with mischief. “So is a man’s life,” he countered. “And for the record, most people say I’m quite the gentleman, but then, most people don’t include those who have guns in their ‘sacred’ purses they’d like to use to kill me.” His full, dangerous lips, that she shouldn’t even be noticing, twitched, before he added, “And most people don’t try to knee me in the groin. I thought you promised to be gentle?”
    “After you shoved me against a fence and stole my purse,” she said, “I assumed you preferred things rough. And for the record—I didn’t try to knee you in the groin. I succeeded. Keep pushing me, and I’ll do it again. This time, you won’t recover so quickly.” Before she knew his intention, his hand slid behind her neck, under her hair, pulling her closer. The air instantly charged with tension. Their eyes met and held, a warning in the depths of his stare. He could break her neck, and then she’d never have a chance of stopping him. They both knew it.
    “I would never be anything but gentle with a woman,” he finally said, his face close to hers, so close she could see the light brown stubble of fresh growth on his chin, feel that hot breath on her cheek, on her lips. “But a Zodius soldier, a willing member of the Zodius Movement, is a killer, and that changes everything.” His touch remained