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

“So are you.” He reached over, gently wiping a gash on her forehead. The gesture was achingly tender for a man who’d just killed six people. “Tell me the truth, Kira. When you escaped two years ago, did you take something from the lab?”

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“You can now,” he said, turning to face her fully. The predator was gone. In his eyes was a raw, vulnerable need that matched her own. “I’ve spent my whole life as a weapon. But for you, Kira, I’ll learn to be a man. Just… don’t ask me to be gentle. I don’t know how.”

She laughed—a rusty, broken sound. “I wasn’t built for gentle, Dane. I was built to survive.” Dane’s grip on the wheel tightened until the

“Dane,” she breathed, her hand inching toward the plasma pistol under her desk.

Dane grabbed her wrist—not hard, but with an unyielding possessiveness that made her knees weak. “From this moment, you don’t run alone. You don’t hide alone. You are mine to protect.” The gesture was achingly tender for a man

“The Elders can go to hell.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “It’s our pack now. Our rules.”