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batted an eyelash.
    Vax still couldn’t get much of a read on her, so he couldn’t tell whether she was the one dancing at death’s door. Instead of focusing on her, he focused on the suit. That man had so much darkness inside of him that it was sickening, and he had a murderous intent.
    Going by what he picked up from the suit, Vax pegged the woman as the one he was supposed to protect.
    The shirtless piece of muscle behind the bar watched as she was dragged away, and there was a smile on his lips. Vax really didn’t like the looks of that smile.
    She planted her heels and twisted her arm, jerking back with a determination that probably would have worked on the average guy. Except Vax knew this man was used to having women fight him. He continued to pull her struggling body along behind him, heading for an unmarked black door. Vax slammed down his whiskey glass and shoved to his feet, following them.
    The guy from behind the bar started towards him, but Vax didn’t even pause. It took half a thought, and the guy collapsed to the ground. Several others were rushing towards them, but Vax reached the door before they got to him. He shut it behind him and locked it. Just ahead of him, he could see the redhead still struggling against Muscle Boy, arguing and insisting that he let her go. She could have been fighting with a rock wall for all the attention the man gave her.
    Vax wasn’t about to be ignored. “I don’t think she’s interested, pal.”
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    N ATE had a grip like a damned vise and she suspected there were bruises forming. But bruises would be the least of her concerns if Jess didn’t get away.
    The sophisticated man from earlier was gone, and in his place was an animal. As she stared up into Nate’s eyes, all she could see was a ravenous greed that made her skin crawl.
    How many times did Mom tell me that my damned nosiness would get me in trouble one day? she thought. For once she was aware of an emotion besides rage and grief, but fear really wasn’t a welcome addition. Being afraid of anything had always pissed Jess off.
    It added to the mess of emotions already inside her, turning into an unending spiral of fear, grief, and rage that built on itself as Jess bolstered her mental shields. Now wasn’t the time to let anybody know how scared she was. Fear messed with her control, and she had to be in complete control if she wanted to make it out of this mess alive.
    Jess didn’t have her mom’s strong psychic abilities and she wasn’t an Empath like Randi had been, but she didn’t need either of those gifts to know what was going on inside Nate’s head. She could tell just by looking into his eyes, and what she saw there made her blood turn to ice. She had to get away from him, or she was dead.
    Though death didn’t seem that bad, she had a job to do first. Jess jerked her arm again and snapped out, “Damn it, let me go.”
    Nate just cast a bored glance her way.
    â€œI didn’t come here to get manhandled like this ,” she said. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Maybe the guys just assumed the women wanted this—
    Nate didn’t even bother to look at her this time. But she could see a smile curving up the corners of his mouth. She didn’t like that smile. It was almost as terrifying as that wolfish, hungry look she’d seen in his eyes.
    â€œIf you don’t let go of me this second, you’re really going to regret it,” Jess said, snarling a little. She didn’t like to use her gift when others could see, but it didn’t look as if she had much of a choice right now.
    Jess focused on the solid wooden door down the hall. That would do a decent amount of damage to Nate’s hard head. But apparently she didn’t need to do anything. Right as she started to open it with her mind, she heard a voice behind her.
    Jess was convinced it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.
    Her assailant