Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Enemy

s warm and insulated. The roar of the rotors

landscape, at the single, dark speck that was

t Morgan Hayes, who sat shivering beside him. "She was a

, one that had served its purpose and was now too damaged to be of further use. He recited the justifications one by one

erstood," he conclu

thick plastic shade over the window, plunging the

ts headlights cutting cones of light through

," she reported, her voice a mix of professional assessment and genuine admiration. "A pressure-plate boo

r's voice crackled over the comms from the driver's seat. "Code name 'Ice Vein.' Top of their security division.

e. The skin was pale as marble, lips tinged with blue, but even on the

door of the SUV swung

ne wool a stark contrast to the brutal environment. His expensive leather shoes crunche

looking at the woman... it wasn't the way you looked at an enemy. It was the way you l

comms, Kraig issued a calm, quiet order.

o the cold, reached out and gently brushed the ice crys

s voice was a frantic squawk from the

f the headlights, flashed with a cold, murderous light that ma

ill warm with his body heat, was a cocoon of dark, soft cashmere. He w

y turned and ran toward the rear vehicle t

ting her from the snow. His movements were fluid and impossibly gentle,

the secure feeling of being held. A faint, instinctual whimper escaped he

tightened, a flicker of something dark and possessive in his eyes

moved from the raging blizzard into the vehicle's interior, the transition was jarr

seat. The vehicle's heating system blasted a wave of warm

close, his own lips almost touching her ear, and whispered a

in

owl of the wind. The distant, hun