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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.

“You’re bleeding,” she said.

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.

She hesitated, then reached into the hollowed-out spine of her laptop bag. A single, crystalline data chip glowed faintly blue. lora leigh books

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.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

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

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

She hated how her body reacted—a flush of heat, a betraying quickness of breath. The Breeds’ primal pheromones were a weapon she’d been conditioned to resist. But Dane had always been different. Two years ago, he’d let her escape when his orders were to terminate her.

Dane’s jaw tightened, a low growl building in his throat—the sound of a man fighting his own genetic imperative. “For two years, I’ve tracked you from the shadows, kept other hunters off your trail. I told myself it was duty. That you were a loose end.” Heat exploded behind her eyes, her Lynx DNA

“I couldn’t trust anyone. Not even you.”

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

She managed a fierce smile. “I can shoot while doing calculus.”

“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.”