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“I don’t want to fix you,” she said, noticing how her voice had gone breathy.

His eyebrow rose. “No?”

She shook her head. “I want to know you—to understand you.”

“What I am is what you see.” Roderick held his arms away from his sides and they seemed to stretch from one wall of the room to the other as he loomed before her. “A beast. The new Cherbon Devil. Broken, scarred. Rather unpleasant.”

Michaela shook her head again, but the movement was slight, so mesmerized was she by his very presence, the energy rolling off of him. She stepped closer to him, as if drawn.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” He gave her a dangerous grin, the scar on his cheek going white by his eye like a warning.

But she could not heed it. “I think I shall.” She licked her lips. “Do you mind?”

For one who was so deliberate in his movements, Roderick had taken her into his arms within the span of a blink, and this time, it was he who kissed her….