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wondered, though, what it would take to coax her outside of her nice, safe office. What it would take to make her see him and not another target for her lenses and cameras. But he kept coming back, circling around her building and going places he knew she was watching because his own techs warned him her drones were overhead, unseen but tracking him through the sky.
    Right now, things were game over for Ria Morgan.
    Her face on his handheld haunted him and it shouldn't have. Ria Morgan had the face of an angel and Vkhin had seen more than his share. Her face wasn't a bold face. Chin tilted down, she looked up into the photographer's camera with a sexy pout.  He'd have bet the wings he no longer had that the sexiness was accidental on her part. She was just looking when she was told to smile for the camera and sure, on the surface of things, she was fairly Plain Jane with shoulder-length brown hair. Pretty, but not beautiful by human standards.  That hair of hers, however, hid shades of honey and her hazel eyes were ringed with just a hint of green. She was a surprise package just waiting to be unwrapped.
    And it got harder every day—and night—not to unwrap Ria Morgan.
    Running MVD's drone program gave her that creamy skin because she spent all that time indoors and not out, but there was a spray of freckles that teased him something bad. He wanted to follow that trail down, from her ear, over her collarbone; to see if, when he unwrapped her, laid her bare, she was hiding freckles from him elsewhere. That beautiful skin of hers would be sensitive. She had no idea how long he'd been watching her watch him, but, God help him, just the sight of the drones flying overhead got him hard now.
    But at least the drones kept her safe inside where she wasn't going to end up hurt or worse. She needed to be kept safe from males like him. He smiled fiercely, a mere baring of his teeth. He wanted to hunt her, force her out of her shadows and into his world where he could have her.
    Unfortunately, she was here , flying over the Preserves and shooting pics. It had to be something really good. Something tantalizing enough to pull her out of her nice, safe box and take the chance. Which meant it was something that could get her killed.
    He'd be happy to teach her all about action and reaction and what happened when she took on the big boys. This wasn't a game.  She'd invaded. He'd defend. For one long moment, he let himself imagine taking Ria Morgan into his bed, stripping away all those clothes and the control she wrapped around herself. His mouth taking her as he dragged his tongue through her soaked folds. No. He forced his mind away from the erotic fantasy. She was pure weakness. His weakness.
    Falling through the empty air, she looked impossibly fragile. Human. Her slim dark shape hurtled towards the ground, trailing a line from the chopper to her chute. One of her human companions would pull her chute for her. Good. He was betting jumping wasn't a skill she'd practiced real recent.
    The Fallen handling comm duties pulled his attention back. "Negative that. Stay airborne."
    Like hell he would. Almost out of fuel, he could turn around and head back—or he could put the helo down, quick and hard. Take his chances inside the Preserves. Go after Ria Morgan.
    Yeah. That last option appealed.
    "No." The jump line jerked and the chute shot open, pulling Ria up and back for a long moment before the wind caught her. She was drifting east, away from the wall. Vkhin adjusted his course. "I'm out. I'm setting the helo down."
    The pithy curse on the other end pretty much summed up the FUBAR nature of this assignment. "You want backup?"
    Because of the heavily warded walls, only a Fallen with wings or a helo could make it in and out of the Preserves. Out of fuel, he'd need a pick up or he'd be trapped inside the Preserves. "Not yet. I'm going to need a pick up."
    "Roger that."
    He sent the helo shooting over the canopy. Just west of him, MVD's