Darkness Seduced (Primal Heat Trilogy #2) (Order of the Blade)

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Author: Stephanie Rowe
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except his dusty blond hair hanging raggedly about his angular face and the metal throwing axe in his right hand, stained with blood on one of its blades. His face was wrenched with fury, his blue eyes raging, his stance wide and ready, prepared to take on all threats. He was darkness, he was danger, and he was death.
    His eyes weren’t red, but she could sense he was far more dangerous than the Calydon that lay motionless behind her. He radiated with danger and heat and something she couldn’t identify. Something that eased the terror beating at her. Something that calmed her need to flee. Something that made her want to rush over to him and throw herself in his arms, just to feel his body against hers...
    Oh, crap. What was wrong with her?
    He held up a hand for her silence and cocked his head. She realized he was listening for others. Oh, God. Others?
    She lurched to her feet, staggering as a wave of dizziness caught her and she nearly went down. She braced her hands against the wall, holding herself up as she stumbled away from him, toward the kitchen. Glass cut through her feet, and a cry of pain slipped out.
    “Lily!” he commanded. “Don’t move!”
    Lily ? He knew who she was? Was he also working with Frank? Had he killed her rogue assailant to ensure she made it back to Frank alive?
    The Calydon was striding toward her, his face dark with fury. Energy was swirling off him, and his well-defined muscles were flexed with rage. He was terrifying, but at the same time...he was pure, elemental beauty. Filled with a fantastical grace that reminded her of a wild cat, loaded with sinewy muscle and a lightning-fast strike that would bring instant death to his enemies. But one that would also curl around her and protect her, keeping her safe, claws safely sheathed just for her.
    He was all male, a testosterone-laden specimen of strength and aggression, a threat to all she was as a woman. He was a ruthless temptation to her deepest, darkest desires, the ones she’d hidden away even from herself. In his presence, everything that made her female flared to life, longing for this man, this warrior, this enemy .
    She backed up as he neared, holding out her hand in a pathetically useless attempt to stop him.
    “My name’s Gideon. I’m here for you.” His voice was forceful and unyielding, but to her surprise, he eased himself to a stop several yards away from her. He spread his hands as if he were trying to appear harmless. There was no chance he could ever be mistaken for anything harmless, and it wasn’t simply because of the weapon in his right hand or the axe-shaped brands burned into his forearms. Danger bled from his pores, darkened his expression, and weighted his broad shoulders. “Don’t run,” he said. “You’ll slice your feet.”
    Her stomach lurched. There was no remorse in his face for the body on the ground behind her, yet at the same time, heated desire brimmed in his eyes as he studied her intensely. He was a Calydon, a warrior of hot passions and cold death, both of them hopelessly intertwined. His overwhelming presence was stirring up heated feelings of longing deep within her, even as her heart froze in fear at all he was, for how her life could fall at his hands in a split second.
    She tugged her torn shirt closed over her chest, knowing it would do nothing to protect her from the raw sensuality pulsing from him, from the painfully intense yearnings rising within her, responding to his call, desperate to fall into the fire he was already kindling between them. She’d met dozens of Calydons in the past. She’d always felt their pulsing sexuality, their intense stares that made desire rush through her, preying on her heritage and how it called her to their kind, but this was different . With all those others, she hadn’t felt anything for them. It had been easy to turn them away, to ignore the beastly desires of her kind.
    But Gideon was different. He was stripping her raw, branding her with his

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