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“I won’t leave you.”
Darce smiled fondly, cupping Toni’s face as she glared at him with a stubborn expression. Toni. His mate. Even now, he couldn’t quite believe she was real. Any moment now he expected to wake up to find it had all been a dream, that she was a figment of his fevered imagination caused by loneliness and desire for a mate of his own.
Sure, the fates had thrown him a curveball with the fact she was a blood, but no odds were insurmountable. Not where love was concerned. After all, she’d found him, hadn’t she? Even though she’d brought him in, handed him over to the Project, she hadn’t been able to stay away. She’d seen him in the hangar and had tracked him into hell.
Pleasure and worry warred within him. She couldn’t be discovered. Her rank and position wouldn’t help
