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

Dane’s amber eyes flared. “I don’t give a damn about their laws.”

He pulled the SUV into a dark tunnel, killing the engine. The only light was the faint glow of the chip between them. lora leigh books

He shoved a silenced rifle into her hands and a kevlar vest over her head. “Can you shoot while running?”

“Because you cracked the wrong file,” he said, tilting her chin up with one calloused finger. “The one about the ‘Genesis Protocol.’ They know you’re alive. And they’ve sent a cleaner team. We have twelve minutes to run.” “Dane,” she breathed, her hand inching toward the

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.

He cupped her face with both hands, his claws carefully retracted. When he kissed her, it wasn’t soft. It was a claiming—a clash of teeth and tongue, of two broken things finding a perfect fit. Heat exploded behind her eyes, her Lynx DNA singing in response. Her mating heat had begun. The only light was the faint glow of the chip between them

They fought through the burning safe house, a lethal dance of instinct and trust. Kira’s Lynx agility let her flip over debris, her shots always finding their mark. Dane moved like a nightmare—silent, unstoppable, claws extending from his fingertips to tear through body armor.