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Brayden nodded, even though Craig couldn’t see him.

Hurry!

Staying still to wait for the vampire was a smart move, but Brayden was fidgety. He would not sit still until he had Willow and Isabella back in his arms.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Left hook.

Right.

Left.

Right, left, right, left.

Logan collapsed on the punching bag.

How fucking much longer did he have to wait? He needed to shoot something. Or someone.

Maybe himself.

He wanted to kiss her.

He’d wanted to do more than that. All because she mentioned being under the covers of her bed.

What a witch planting that vision in his head.

She’d clung to his chest, feeling his muscles like a woman desperate to be touched.

Licked.

Fucked.

You didn’t let her go, you moron.

Bullshit. Her hand had pressed into his abdomen, and she could have slid it down and had hold of his hard cock.

You wished she had.

He stepped back and punched the bag again. Then again.

“Jesus, you’re going to disconnect the thing from the roof,” Mack said, grabbing hold of it from behind.

“It’s tungsten,” Kurt said, joining them. “He won’t.”

Logan thought he just fucking might. If it would stop him from thinking about how his little mouse had run from him as he watched with wild, hungry need.

He’d wanted to chase her, push her down onto the floor, and spread her legs open so he could slam his aching cock inside her.

Logan did want to hear her scream.

The more she feared him, the more he wanted to destroy her. Sexually, so it seemed.

He despised himself for it.

“Well, we don’t have time to find out. Ari has called the teams in,” Mack advised.

Fucking finally.

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