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She laughed—a rusty, broken sound. “I wasn’t built for gentle, Dane. I was built to survive.”

He moved. One second he was across the room; the next, his massive body caged her against the desk. His scent—pine, smoke, and raw male—wrapped around her like a physical touch. lora leigh books

He shoved a silenced rifle into her hands and a kevlar vest over her head. “Can you shoot while running?” She laughed—a rusty, broken sound

Dane’s grip on the wheel tightened until the leather creaked. “And you’ve been hiding this for two years? Alone?” She laughed—a rusty

The safe house smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear.

“The Elders will call it an abomination,” she murmured.