âWhat?â
She knotted her fingers into fists. âYou did break. The phoenix shed a tear.â
He glanced back at her.
âIf you hadnât cried, I wouldnât be here.â
âFind another fucking phoenix!â
It wasnât like they were easy to find. âAs far as I know, there are only three phoenixes in the United States.â
He whirled toward her.
Right. Ahem . . . phoenixes had a tendency to kill each other. She probably shouldnât have mentioned that the others were actually in the U.S.
A phoenix was truly vulnerable only in that one moment of rising. When a phoenixâs body regenerated and he rose from the flames, it was during that instant of time when he could truly die. A forever deathâone from which he would never rise again.
Most enemies couldnât brave the heat of the fire long enough to kill a phoenix.
Another of your kind could do it. Phoenixes couldâand hadâkilled each other before.
âYouâre the oldest phoenix that has ever been discovered,â Cassie said, voice quiet. âAccording to my fatherâs journals, you are the first.â
Dante simply stared at her.
His stare made her nervous and shaky and so she kept talking. âI took a tear from one of the other phoenixes and tried to synthesize a cure. It didnât work.â She stepped toward him. â You are the key to the cure. If youâre the first, I can study your DNA. I can analyze your tears. They could be a more pure form thanââ
âIâm not your damn experiment.â
She flinched at his fury. âI didnât say that you were.â
âBut you want to put me in your lab, right? Want to run your tests . . . cut me open . . . just like they did.â
âIâm not like them.â She forced the words through numb lips.
âArenât you?â
Damn him. Sheâd worked hard to save lives. To help those whoâd been injured by her father and Genesis. âWhy are you even here with me?â Cassie demanded. âIf you donât trust meââshe closed the space between them and angrily grabbed on to him as she jumped up those bottom stepsââwhy are you here?â
âBecause I canât walk away.â
Her laugh was bitter. âYou didnât seem to have that trouble in Chicago.â
His nostrils flared. The banked flames in his eyes lit. âWhen I breathe in your scent, I ache.â
Her lips parted in surprise.
âWhen I kissed you, your taste had me maddened.â
âDante . . .â
âI look at you, and I think . . . mine. â
Could he hear the drumbeat of her heart? It felt like it was about to race right out of her chest.
âYou say we arenât lovers, but in my dreams, Iâve seen you naked.â
She dropped his hands. He wasnât supposed toâ
His hand rose. Touched her just over the curve of her right breast. âThereâs a freckle here. Iâve licked it. Iâve kissed it.â His gaze swept down her body. âIn my dreams, Iâve kissed you everywhere.â
Her memory was absolutely fine and that had not happened. âJust dreams,â she breathed out. âNot reality. That hasnât happened!â
âIâm not leaving you because I can still taste you. Iâm not leaving you because I fucking want you under me. I want to be buried so far inside of you that I stop caring about whatâs real and whatâs a dream.â
âTh-thatâs why youâre with me? Sex?â He wanted her to sleep with him? Like that was some kind of hardship.
âPossession.â
She didnât understand what that rough growl meant. âI donâtââ
âI feel like youâre mine. Iâm here . . . fucking here . . . because I canât let you go.â Then his mouth was on hers. Heâd wrapped his arms around her. Lifted her up against him, and just taken her