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“Plenty of air. Just as long as there isn’t any heavy breathing,” he replied with a challenging arch of his brow.

She might be pretending that nothing happened between them, but he wasn’t about to.

“Well, then I am safe. Absolutely safe,” she stressed.

A slow smile curled his mouth. The lady doth protest too much, indeed.

No wonder her eyes had held such desperation. Her own mum had broken her, and she’d done it when Cat had been at her most vulnerable.

But Cat hadn’t stayed broken. Somehow, she’d picked up the pieces and molded herself into an avenger of the very woman who’d shattered her. Now, with every vampire she slew, Cat was trying to murder the parts of herself her mum had caused her to despise…and buy back her mother’s love.

No wonder her eyes had held such desperation. Her own mum had broken her, and she’d done it when Cat had been at her most vulnerable.

But Cat hadn’t stayed broken. Somehow, she’d picked up the pieces and molded herself into an avenger of the very woman who’d shattered her. Now, with every vampire she slew, Cat was trying to murder the parts of herself her mum had caused her to despise…and buy back her mother’s love.

The rest would have to wait until she looked at him and saw a man instead of a monster…and looked at herself and saw a woman instead of a sin to atone for.

In the meantime, he’d be reacquainting himself with something he was very unfamiliar with – celibacy.

He gave his right hand a wry glance. You and I are about to become a lot closer, mate.

The rest would have to wait until she looked at him and saw a man instead of a monster…and looked at herself and saw a woman instead of a sin to atone for.

In the meantime, he’d be reacquainting himself with something he was very unfamiliar with – celibacy.

He gave his right hand a wry glance. You and I are about to become a lot closer, mate.

Bones’s lips twitched. Somehow, despite avoiding this feeling for nearly two hundred and fifty years, he was now head-over-heels for a prissy, murdering half-breed who hated the sight of him and snored. If this wasn’t repayment for his many sins, he didn’t know what was.

"...Kitten?”

“Don’t call me that,” she snapped.

Oh, it was her name forever now. “Whatever you say, luv.”

That earned him another death glare. He only grinned, still basking in the unfamiliar yet wondrous sensations she brought out in him. Yes, she was fantasizing about ripping both of her weapons through his heart while he was feeling things he’d only heard of before, but who said romance was perfect?

Bones held the bottle upside down. No, not a drop remained. She was a brash, brave, foul-mouthed, murdering drunk, and God help him, he hadn’t found anyone this enticing in centuries.

She slammed on the brakes. “You got a problem, mister?”

I don’t, but you do. Temper, temper. “No problem, pet. Have we stopped here for good? Is this where you want to shag?”

She flushed again before looking away. Perhaps this part wasn’t an act. His would-be murderess was a prude? Priceless.