He glanced back, blood streaking his cheek, eyes blazing with something that wasn’t rage. “Later, when we’re safe, I’m going to spend about a week proving to you exactly what ‘mate’ means. Every. Single. Way.”
She froze. That wasn’t her keyboard.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “But the wolf inside me has a different name for it, mala . Mate.” lora leigh books
The safe house smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear. He glanced back, blood streaking his cheek, eyes
Kira Vance hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. Her fingers flew across three keyboards, lines of encrypted code reflecting in her haunted, silver-flecked eyes. She was a phantom—a data runner who didn’t officially exist, hunted by a rogue faction of the government that had created her. Single
He shoved a silenced rifle into her hands and a kevlar vest over her head. “Can you shoot while running?”
“Don’t.” His voice was a gravel-laced rumble that vibrated in her chest. “I’m not here to kill you, Kira. If I were, you’d already be dead.”