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The words were like a punch to the heart. Merek. Gods, she missed him; she wanted him here. Her chin lifted. “Whether he does or not is none of your business.”

Peyton nodded. “Then I’l only say that I’m glad Dr. Jones has friends in the Magickal community as fiercely protective as you to look out for her. Whether you believe it yet or not, I’l look out for her, too. I would never hurt her.”

“We’l see.” She settled deeper into her wheelchair and watched Tess in the awful throes of Change.

“Yes, we wil .”

Merek lay on his bel y in the middle of the forest, gazing down the sights of a high-powered rifle loaded with pure silver rounds. He ignored the discomfort of the cold mud seeping into his clothes and sliding over his skin to form a sticky crust. None of that mattered. Not the chil , the pouring rain, the filth. With the exception of Gregor, who’d managed to disappear as he always did, they’d hunted the fleeing members of the terrorist cel for more than a week, picking them off one by one until only Smith remained, cornered in a shack in the middle of the wilderness. They had him surrounded, and he’d have scented them al by now, would know he was fucked.

It would be finished soon.

A dozen possible ways it could go down flipped through Merek’s mind, too much in flux for him to know which would be the true outcome, but al of them ended in the terrorist’s capture or death, and that was al Merek cared about.

That he could see the future of this made relief coil in his gut. Whatever might happen, he knew this no longer tangled with Chloe or Alex’s lives. And they had lives to look forward to. No thanks to him.

He clenched his jaw, let the self-disgust sluice off his back like so much rainwater. They were free of him now, so it didn’t matter if his heart stil stopped every time he even thought about how he’d arrived too late to do a damn thing for them besides get them to a hospital before they bled out. It didn’t matter if he wanted to vomit when he recal ed them covered in gore. It didn’t matter if he had to concentrate even now to make his hands stop shaking at the thought of how close they’d come to dying. Minutes had counted. Seconds had counted.

The report from Peyton of what had happened had been grim, but Merek had read every word so many times he’d memorized it. The handful of times he’d cal ed to check on Alex, neither of them had mentioned that he’d watched his father get gunned down before his eyes. The boy had been through enough without that, but he would come through it just fine. Chloe would make sure of it.

Gods, Chloe. Merek didn’t even let himself consider how she was doing. He shut his mind to al thought of her. The pain was too crippling to deal with. Nothing would ever make it right again.

Movement in his sights snapped his focus back to the task at hand. Smith erupted from the shack, a howling monster with bloodied fangs. A flurry of staccato conversation in his earpiece let Merek know they had men down inside the house, and none of the other agents outside could get a clear shot. He could. His body hummed with tension, and he drew in a calming breath of clean, evergreen-scented air. Then he let half of it out, his hands going rock steady.

For Alex, for Chloe, for himself, for al the rage, the pain, the anguish this man had caused so many other people, he squeezed the trigger.

The rifle recoiled against his shoulder, and almost simultaneously, a bloom of crimson spurted from Smith’s torso. The wolf jerked, his look of mild surprise clear through the powerful scope. Then he col apsed, folding in on himself in the rain-washed mud, a hand pressed to the wound in his chest.

Right through the heart.

“Good. I’l see you when you get back to Seattle.”

“Right.” Merek pinched the bridge of his nose, hunched over on the rickety desk chair in his motel room.

He’d cal ed Alex the moment he’d returned, hadn’t even bothered to wash the grime off first. The kid would want to know it was over.

A short pause fuzzed through the line. “Chloe’s about to walk in; I can smel her. You want to talk to her?”

“No. No, you can tel her.” Need exploded through him, so fierce it scared the shit out of him. “I have to go.”

He slammed the receiver down before he gave in to temptation. Burying his face in his hands, he sucked in a breath. It was better this way. Better for her, better for him. He’d promised the kid he wouldn’t bail on him, but they wouldn’t be living together, and the distance would keep Merek sane.

But Chloe. He couldn’t see her and not want her, want her and not touch her, touch her and not claim her as his. Always. Forever. His.

To do so would trap them in the same nightmare. He couldn’t do that to either of them.

Gods, he missed her though. Even with the grueling hours Luca had had the entire team putting in, Merek couldn’t stop missing Chloe. The few moments he had alone, his body burned for her; he woke up hard for her. The craving never ended.

He shoved to his feet, stripped on the way to the bathroom, and stepped into the tub. A shower and eight ful hours of sleep before he headed back to the city would help him come to grips with the fact that he’d never have her again, that life as he knew it was over. No more Seattle PD. No more people sharing his living space. No more family. No more Chloe.

Chloe. Wide hazel eyes, a bril iant mind, a sharp tongue, a soft body. He missed her. Everything about her. How he’d survive without her, he didn’t know, but he knew he’d never forgive himself if she died on his watch. So he had to let her go, for both of their sakes. It was over, and if he didn’t like it, if he kept waking up wanting her, it was just the price he had to pay.

He leaned his forehead against the shower wal and closed his eyes as the water ran down his body, rinsing away the shampoo. Even with his decision clear in his mind, he couldn’t stop the vivid memories of the last time he’d shared a shower with Chloe, the feel of her slick sheath tight around his cock. Her face flashed through his thoughts, her eyes alight with passion as she moaned his name.

His cock went rigid in moments, his breath hissing between clenched teeth. Gods, he needed her. He couldn’t have her, not ever again. The knowledge made his gut churn, his self-loathing warring with his desire.

Grabbing for the bar of soap, he washed himself efficiently, but nothing would put a damper on his lust.

Unquenchable fire burned in his veins, made his heart pound. He’d gone too long without. Not just sex, but her. He wanted her. In his bed, in his arms, in his life. He just couldn’t have those things, whether he craved them or not.

Cursing, he slid his soapy hand down his stomach until he grasped his dick. He bit off a groan. Even though he knew it was foolish, he let her image form in his mind.

Every aspect of her was seared into his memory, and he was grateful for that. Her scent teased the edges of his consciousness, and he didn’t even have to try to recal the flavor of her on his tongue. The Chloe in his thoughts smiled at him, pul ed him to her for a hungry kiss. He couldn’t hold back the groan this time as her slim fingers dropped to rub his cock.

He sucked in a breath, the hot water moving down his back like the stroke of her hand. A shudder passed through him, and his hips bucked, driving his dick into the ring of his fingers. He rol ed his thumb over the head, squeezing and pul ing at the shaft in rough motions that drove him right to the edge.

Days without her touch had done this to him, made him so desperate and needy he couldn’t see straight.

He held tight to the fantasy, where Chloe caressed him, whispered in his ear, bit the lobe and flicked her tongue over the captured flesh. Goose bumps rose on his skin, rippling down his limbs with the shower water. He tried to drag enough oxygen in to satisfy his starved lungs, to cool the fire in his blood, but there was no stopping now.