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hadn’t understood her the first time. “I have nothing to explain to you.”
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    Marcus had never wanted to strike a woman more than he did at that very moment. The Demon was pushing her luck and she needed to learn her role on this team.
    He grabbed her by her arm, she tried to pull away, but he only tightened his hold on her.
    “If you’ll excuse us, we have something we need to discuss,” he said to Ryder and Kyra.
    She stopped fighting him when they were out of sight of the others. He picked a side room and, throwing the door in, he shoved her into the room. Following her, he slammed the door behind them.
    He leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. He took several breaths to maintain his calm. There was something about her. Something he recognized, but couldn’t seem to put his finger on it. He must have come across her in the Infernos at some point. He spent a great deal of time there. There was just something about her that pulled at him and tightened his gut, made his blood run a little hotter. He realized suddenly he was aroused. The fury that caused boiled through his body astounded him. In less than two hours this tiny thing had wound her way through five hundred years of sexual defenses.
    He couldn’t control the growl that erupted from deep in his chest. He glared at the woman. Her forehead would barely touch his chin.
    Marcus had to admit she was beautiful, but also dangerous has hell. Shaking it off, he stared at her. Waiting for her to blink. Because he wasn’t about to back down, she had some explaining to do and she would do it. He was a very patient man.
     
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    Celeste looked around the room, it was lined with books.
    She watched Marcus out of the corner of her eye. He leaned against the door, arms crossed over his chest. He looked like he was waiting for something. She had no idea what, so until he explained she would have to wait. But she could smell his fury. Of course she would know that from tasting his blood. She could tell things about him that not everyone else would be able to. Celeste was about as in tune with him as he was with himself. It was something she didn’t think he would appreciate knowing. However, she was amused because at the moment he was sexually frustrated and totally pissed. Two totally opposite emotions. She wanted to shake her head. He was a mess.
    She finally turned to him, forgetting she had want to wait for him to speak. After all, she had been raised with Reapers and Dante. They spoke what they felt and be damned if your feelings were hurt in the process. Her change and puberty had driven them all close to murder.
    “What?” she demanded from Marcus.
    “Are we partners?” he asked his voice calm and quiet almost to quiet.
    So, he was going to be reasonable was he? She wondered if he ever lost his composure. “I think partners would be a very broad classification of what we are.”
    “Then why don’t you narrow the definition down for me?” he demanded without even raising his voice.
    “We are being forced to work together, Fallen. It’s not something you or I obviously want. So let’s just make the most of it. Would you like to go to New Orleans or Australia?” she moved over to the book shelf. Unable to stop herself, she turned and started reading the titles. Acting like she wasn’t completely aware of the the man at her back or the fact he was going from mad to furious. She wondered if he struck woman, but a sideways glance at him reassured her he wasn’t really the type. His arms had come uncrossed and he fisted his hands at his sides. His green eyes sparkling, she was glad to see something in them other than pain and delusion.
    After several minutes of silence she turned to him. “Australia then?” she crossed her own arms over her chest staring him in the eyes.
    “Be ready in two hours,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
    Celeste gave him a bland look. “I’m ready now.”
    He growled.
    Celeste took several