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The look he gaveher made her skin prickle and her toes curl. There was nowayshe was going to do that.
She didn’t botherreplying as she reached over his head, flipped down the visor, andhit the button on the remote there. As the gate swung inward, shepulled the remote from the visor and placed it in the glovebox.
Neither spoke ashe drove through the woods, crossed into town, and headed for thehighway. When he guided her car onto the on-ramp, she realized hehad a destination in mind.
She almost askedwhere they were going but refused to give him the satisfaction oftalking. Besides, he probably wouldn’t tell her anyway. Shecertainly wouldn’t tell him, and it would be a good way to irritateher and give her some payback for nearly castrating him if heremained silent.
This was turninginto one messed-up relationship.
She winced at therealization she’d considered this a relationship in the firstplace. But then, it was, they were working together… for now. Soon,he’d be out of her life, and she would be happy to see him go.
But the idea ofhim walking out of her life didn’t make her feel happy. She shouldbe planning a party. Instead, it caused a weird pang of sadness totug at her heart that wouldn’t go away.
Once he was gone,she would have no one, but even with him here, she didn’t haveanyone. He wasn’t here because he wanted to be. He was here becausehe wanted something from her, and she had to remember that.
He pissed her off;she would like to kill him as badly as she wanted to screw him.There was no denying the irresistible attraction she felt to him;if she let herself fall into that, it could end so badly.
There was nofuture with this man, and she didn’t want one.
He’d walked awayfrom her the first time in her house for a reason; she’d denied himthe second time for her own reasons… mainly pride. Now, they’dbecome trapped in this weird tit-for-tat, love-hate relationshipshe despised.
And she had noidea how to get out of this horrible pattern, or if she wanted to.It was best if they kept their distance, but she hated thisanimosity between them. She’d never been the confrontational,bitter type, but she felt herself slipping toward it.
However, sherefused to be the first one to raise the white flag or extend anolive branch. He’d started this; he should be the first toapologize.
As the tireshummed across the pavement, Saber’s tension grew. He tried to thinkof something to say to her, a way to get her to relax, but hisbrain and tongue had stopped working.
He longed to hearher voice, to listen to what she had to say, even if it was to tellhim to fuck off. He couldn’t recall the last time he wanted to hearanyone speak; most people and vamps rarely had anything useful tosay.
There was a timewhen he would have given anything to hear his mother sing again,his father’s laughter, and Brie giggling while he tickled her. Butthat all faded centuries ago. While he was with the demons andSavages, he became a solitary man.
Over the years, hewas friends with Charles and, of course, there was the Alliance,but he never wanted to be around them, to hear them, or be nearthem. He lived his own life and rarely bothered with others.
That was the wayhe liked it.
Until now.
And he didn’t likethat it had changed.
CHAPTER 53
Saber gripped thewheel tighter as he weaved in and out of traffic. His gaze fell tothe sword in her lap,hissword, but he didn’t feel aspossessive about the weapon as he did the woman holding it.
She staredstraight ahead, eyeing the road like it was her nemesis. How hadshe gotten so deep under his skin?
No one else hadever affected him like she did. The scent of her, the feel of her,everythingabout her had become a living, breathing thinginside him.
He should hate it;he didn’t.
They zipped pastsigns until he saw the one he’d been waiting for. He got off theexit and followed the signs until they were in the city of WhiteBridge.
Once off thehighway, he crossed a large bridge with houses and buildings liningthe shoreline. Their lights reflected off the water as moored boatsbobbed on the small waves.
He drove past thewaterfront packed with restaurants, bars, and shops closed for thenight. He found a parking lot near the harbor and away from thegrowing night crowd.
Few people werenear the lot, mostly inhabited by boats, and that was how he likedit. He couldn’t exactly stroll through the busy downtown area witha sword strapped to his back. Even if he could change people’smemories, he couldn’t changethatmany of them.
Unable to resistknowing what he planned to do here, Caro finally broke her silence.“Now what?”
