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Cole automatically reached for her coat and helped her slip into it.

‘You’re too kind.’

If only she knew. Cruel to be kind was more like it.

As Lina slipped her arms into the sleeves and shrugged the coat over her shoulders Cole was struck by how fragile her neck looked. Before they’d gone out she’d swept her hair up into some sort of semi-tamed twist. A few tendrils had come loose and were brushing along the length of her neck, her shoulders. It was taking some serious self-control to stop himself from reaching forward and letting the pad of his thumb or the length of his finger draw down the length of her neck. He could just as easily imagine dipping his lips to kiss the bare, pale swoop of skin between her neck and shoulder …

Lina abruptly turned around, their noses nearly colliding. Cole instinctively grabbed hold of her so she could steady herself, but in that moment—and it was just a moment—with her face within kissing distance, her eyes catching his, Cole knew he’d have to channel his deepest powers of control or risk everything.