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compartment of the car I was driving.”

“Fuck,” Kellan growled through gritted teeth.

“Homo sapiens.” Mira sighed with no little drama. “So careless sometimes. I’m sure Lucan’s going to be curious why my comm signal hasn’t moved in the past, what . . . twelve hours?” She gave him a cold, satisfied smile. “It makes you wonder, doesn’t it? What else might your crew have overlooked that will come back to bite you in the ass later?”

Kellan considered the possibility, reluctant to admit she had a point. But she underestimated Candice, Doc, and Chaz. Even Vince had plenty of pros to make up for the frequent cons of his hair-trigger temper and tendency toward excessive force. The team had phoned in the problem of Mira’s disabled vehicle, and so Nina had tapped a contact in that area to toss the plates and hack the VIN before towing the heap to a scrap yard. Mira’s comm unit was very likely nothing but crushed circuitry and dust by now.

“Let’s take a walk, Mira.” Before she could argue or throw another verbal volley at him, Kellan got out of the car and rounded the hood to her door in less than a second. The speed was deliberate. He figured it couldn’t hurt to remind her what she’d be up against if she thought he was playing games. He opened her door and instructed her to get out.

She obeyed, much to his surprise, and he walked her into the peaceful darkness of the empty park.

“I would’ve expected you to scrub and dump me in the city, not out here.”

“I wanted to be alone with you,” he said as they strolled along-side each other in the crisp, moonlit grass. “I didn’t want to do this in a parking lot somewhere, or be rushed by crowds around us.”

“Romantic,” she mocked. “I hope there aren’t any rapists or rebels hiding out between here and Boston proper when I make the walk back to the city.”

Kellan ignored the jab. “I’ll watch over you once we’re done here, make sure you get back to the Order’s headquarters safely.”

She blew out a sharp exhalation. “Don’t do me any favors. I’m a big girl, all grown up, in case you haven’t noticed.”

Oh, he’d noticed. The first time had been when Mira was about fifteen. Scrappy and stubborn as always, but that year the reed-thin tomboy with her mop of pale-blond hair had emerged seemingly overnight as a powerful young woman with curves in all the right places and legs that went on forever. He wasn’t the only male in the Order’s training program that summer who lined up to spar with stunning Mira.

But for some reason that still eluded his understanding to this day, she only had eyes for him. Her best friend, she’d dubbed him, from the time she was an annoying eight-year-old, refusing to give up on the sullen teenager who’d come under the Order’s protection after the slaying of his entire family, save his grandfather, Lazaro Archer.

Mira was still stunning, even with the passing of eight years since he’d last been this close to her. He could see traces of that time under her eyes and around the full curve of her mouth. She hadn’t taken another Breed male as her mate. If she had, their blood bond would have enhanced her beauty. It would halt her aging, keep her youth intact.

There was a time that Kellan imagined he might be the male to stand at Mira’s side. He’d wanted that, right up until the morning of the last day he spent with her. Then everything changed. What he wanted became impossible, and later that night, he had simply ceased to exist.

And now, here she was, walking beside him in the dark.

Hating him, as she had every right to.

Still, the urge to touch her was nearly too much for him to resist. But Kellan knew if he touched her now, he would only want more. Things he had no claim on. Things that were now and forever out of his reach.

How had he managed to keep his distance all these years? Not very well, he reminded himself. He hadn’t really ever been that far from her. He’d lost count of how many times he’d watched her in secret, both in Boston and Montreal, curious to know how she was faring. Proud to see her accomplishments. Dismayed when her fierce independence—that unyielding stubborn streak—landed her in trouble.

His plan upon waking up and realizing he hadn’t been blown to pieces along with