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Lucian smiled appropriately, but his eyes had gone flat and cold when his gaze turned away from Jaxon
and rested on the speaker. "He will have to be."
Harold Dawkins stared defiantly at Lucian. "Jaxon, I need to talk to you in private for just a minute. You
understand, Mr. Daratrazanoff police business."
Lucian shrugged casually, a small smile curving the edge of his mouth. Instead of softening the touch of
cruelty there, however, the smile only served to make him look more imperious, more dangerous than
ever. A warrior of old, untamed and savage.
Jaxon reluctantly left the shelter of Lucian's body to follow Dawkins across the room. "What is it,
Harold? I'm exhausted, and if the captain doesn't understand that, too bad." Harold Dawkins had
worked with her for several years. He was nearing retirement and always looked upon Jaxon as a
daughter.
"Who is this guy? What do you know about him? He isn't even from this country. I think he's dangerous,
Jaxx. It's in the way he moves, the way he holds himself. You don't see through all that European charm.
He could take you off to some foreign land and hide you away where no one could ever help you.
There's been too many cases of that kind of thing."
"Seriously, Harold, I don't think that's going to happen." Jaxon tried not to laugh as she patted the older
man's arm affectionately. Lucian did rather look the type to secret her away in a harem. "I'm not some
sweet victim who can't defend herself. As it is, Lucian thinks I'm a bit of a lunatic. He says I own an
arsenal."
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"I wish you'd listen to me, Jaxx. Don't rush into anything. Take some time before you commit yourself.
This guy is& "
"My fiance, Harold. He only looks scary. He's really a teddy bear," she lied. Lucian reminded her more
of a huge wolf, lean and mean and highly intelligent. Except with her. He was always unfailingly gentle
with her. She wanted to defend Lucian. He had saved Barry. He had protected the human race for
centuries. But she couldn't say that, couldn't explain to Harry that Lucian had dedicated his life to the
safety of others.
She turned back to Lucian, who immediately walked across the room to her side. He enveloped her
small hand in his, bringing her palm to his chest to hold it over his heart as they walked out of the station
house together.
Chapter Eleven
"You are very easy in the company of men."
Jaxon glanced up at Lucian's face. His voice was velvet soft, with no inflection whatsoever. His features
were free of expression, yet as harsh and relentless as the wind, carved in granite, yet so sensual he took
her breath away. For some reason butterfly wings brushed insistently at her stomach, and she was
instantly nervous. She made herself shrug casually, annoyed that she would react so to his simple
statement. "I work with men all the time. I trained with them. Grew up around them. I don't even know
very many women." Now she was irritated because she sounded like a defiant child. She had no reason
to feel guilty. She hadn't done anything wrong. He was the one acting like a jealous husband.
She bit at her lip. He hadn't exactlyacted that way; he was just so intimidating. Power clung to him, and
he looked dangerous. So much so that sweet Harold had thought to warn her against him. Maybe Lucian
didn't mean anything by it, maybe it was merely his accent that made his words sound so frightening. Or
his lack of expression. She glanced up at him again as they moved together to the waiting car. Antonio
was holding the door, open, and, for once, he wasn't smiling. He was shaking his head at her as if she
had committed some grave sin.
"What?" she burst out, glaring from one man to the other. "What?"
Lucian's hand came down on the nape of her neck, exerting enough pressure that she automatically
climbed into the limousine.
"She is trouble, this one," Antonio whispered loudly enough for her to hear.
Jaxon waited until Antonio was behind the wheel of the car and they were moving swiftly toward their
home. "I am not. What does that mean? Those men are my friends, my colleagues. I work with them."
"That is why the older gentleman took such care to tell you I was a dangerous man, one you had no
business being with? I heard him quite clearly warning you away from me." Again there was no inflection
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