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Good as gone .
    Sweet Bridget, how can you let this happen? This has to be a dream. You are simply telling me I am using too much power, right? Doing too much?
    She swayed on her feet. Miserable, she watched Alex nod once. He must have seen her weakness because he pulled her to his chest, inspecting her face again as if he could read her thoughts.
    Her heart felt like it turned to stone in her chest. He’d kidnapped her, taken away her powers and simply nodded as if the devastation—the loss—meant nothing to him. Her pain meant nothing to him. She meant nothing to him.
    She watched in a daze as the demons turned and loped off, leaving her alone with one of the coldest, meanest wolves on the planet—who also happened to be her mate.
    Or should have been her mate.

Chapter Two

    As soon as the demons had left them, Alex had looked at Sorcha’s upturned face. Mistake. She looked like someone had just ripped her heart out. She smoothed her features but not nearly quickly enough for him to have missed the haunted expression. He almost thought she looked fearful.
    “What is going on? Why are you doing this?” she asked in a whisper.
    She hadn’t asked if he was here to aid her, the smart witch. Why did that bother him? He was here to use her. He’d paid those men to kidnap her, after all. Still, for a moment, when he’d first walked up and seen the blood on her face, he’d considered telling her the truth instead of the lies he’d thought up to cover his actions. But he didn’t know this witch and should be able to use her without hesitation to get what he wanted. He had to keep it that way—cold, remote—or, he suddenly realised, he damn well might not be able to take this chance at retribution.
    “What I’m doing doesn’t concern you,” he told her firmly.
    She will hate you now.
    The whisper echoed through his mind, but he stood his ground. What she thought of him didn’t matter. Nothing did beyond the vengeance he would now deliver—with her as his bargaining chip.
    “What? Are you seriously telling me you had me kidnapped?”
    He didn’t respond. What did she want from him? She puffed her heavy red hair off her face with a look of sheer exasperation that managed to both captivate him and prime him for tasting those soft pink lips. After another moment of silence, she looked away from him.
    Only then did he realise he’d been staring at the beauty of her face, merely holding her so he could feel her body heat. He stepped back and crossed his arms.
    Sorcha pulled his jacket closer with her bound hands, looking so damn adorable he wanted to take the thing off, but he knew what was beneath—her nearly naked lush curves. He stood his ground.
    “Look, this is ridiculous. We’re on the same side,” she managed to pull a pretty decent haughty stare before she continued in a tight voice, “Tell me what is going on and perhaps I will aid you.”
    Right. Just hearing that tone had him fisting his hands to show her who held the power. He couldn’t let her get the upper hand. That would lead into territory he didn’t think either of them would survive. He couldn’t do it. If he touched her, there was a chance he might not be able to stop. For centuries, he’d locked his wolf away, had refused to listen to even a murmur from the beast, but now, one look at her and he felt a stirring. Hell, a stirring? He’d felt on edge from the moment he’d exited his SUV, ready to jump into action and he had no idea what that action would end up being—her thighs open with him between them, or two demons dead at his feet.
    “Hello? Did you hear me? Untie me.” She jerked her head to the side, dislodging a long chunk of bright red hair from her face and cast an irritated look at him.
    “There will be no untying you,” he said clearly. His voice came out lower than usual, sounding more and more like a growl. Deep in his chest, he felt the warm stirring of his beast, stronger now, and clearly not willing to stay