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he always grabbed her and meshed the hard length of his cock into her at this point. In reality, he jumped backward as if she were a bomb about to detonate, creating more hated distance between them.
    A sense of loss immediately blanketed her.
    â€œNo touching,” he said. He’d probably done his best to sound calm, but he had sounded on edge. Strained. More tense than arousing.
    Her eyes narrowed. All around, people watched their interaction and his rejection of her. This isn’t prime time, she projected at them with a scowl. Turn the fuck around.
    One by one, the humans obeyed. However, the rest of the Lords closed in on her, staring intently, no doubt curious as to who she was and what she was doing here.
    They had to be careful, and she understood that. They were still pursued by Hunters, humans who foolishly believed they could create a utopia of peace and harmony by ridding the world of the Lords and the demons they carried inside them.
    Ignore them. You’re running out of time, chica. She returned her attention to Lucien by twisting her head to face him without actually turning all the way around. “Where were we?” she asked huskily. She ran a fingertip over the top band of her thong, not stopping until she drew the hot focus of his gaze to the glittery angel wings in the center.
    â€œI was just about to walk away,” he choked out.
    At his words, her nails elongated into little claws. He still thought to deny her? Seriously?
    She’d shown herself to him, even knowing that the gods would be able to pinpoint her exact location—something it was best to avoid since they planned to snuff her out like a mangy animal. She would not leave this club without a reward.
    Determination intensifying, she swung around with another roll of her hips, the length of her pale hair caressing his chest. As she nibbled on her bottom lip, she plumped her breasts. “But I don’t want you to leave,” she said with a practiced pout.
    He backed up another step.
    â€œWhat’s wrong, sweetness?” Merciless, she moved forward. “Afraid of a little girl?”
    His lips thinned, but he didn’t reply. Thankfully, he didn’t move farther away, either.
    â€œAre you?”
    â€œYou have no idea at what game you play, woman.”
    â€œOh, but I think I do.” Her gaze swept over him, and she stilled in renewed amazement. He was utterly magnificent. Rainbow-colored strobe lights rained down his face and body, a body so finely sculpted it could have been chiseled from stone. He wore a black tee and stone-washed jeans, and both hugged rope after rope of hand-over-your-panties muscle. Mine.
    â€œI said no touching,” he barked.
    Her gaze snapped back to his and she held up her hands, palms out. “I’m not touching you, sweetcakes.” But I want to…I plan to…I will.
    â€œYour gaze suggests otherwise,” he said tightly.
    â€œThat’s because—”
    â€œI’ll dance with you,” another warrior said, cutting her off. Paris again.
    â€œNo.” Anya didn’t switch her attention. She wanted Lucien and only Lucien. No one else would do.
    â€œCould be Bait,” a different Lord piped in, probably eyeing her with suspicion. She recognized the deep timbre of his voice. Sabin, keeper of Doubt.
    Please. Bait? As if she would try to lure anyone anywhere for reasons that weren’t completely selfish. Bait, stupid girls that they were, were all about self-sacrifice; their job was to seduce a Lord to distraction so Hunters could sneak in and slay him. And really, what kind of moron wanted to kill the Lords rather than make out with them a little?
    â€œI doubt Hunters were able to assemble so quickly after the plague,” Reyes said.
    Oh, yes. The plague. One of the Lords was possessed by the demon of Disease. If he touched any mortal skin-to-skin, he infected that person with a terrible sickness that spread and killed with