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So You Slept Together. Now What?

Nola had once mentioned being a baker and an author. Had she written those articles?

Don’t you dare. He glanced over his shoulder. No sign of her. As quietly as possible, he ripped out the article about going from enemies to lovers, folded the paper in half and stuffed it into his pocket, alongside the photo. What had his princess said about the ways of seduction? Perhaps, if he knew, he could better guard his heart against her allure. Because, he’d done a shit job of guarding his desires; they raged out of control.

Why resist her sexually? He lacked the will. In that regard, she’d broken him, her weapon of choice an indomitable spirit nothing and no one could destroy.

I want her, and I will have her.

Relief accompanied the decision. Finally, he would have the one he craved.

His ears twitched, the quiet pitter-patter of her footsteps registering. He tried not to watch as she entered the living room, a vision of loveliness in a pink tank top, jeans and tennis shoes, her dark hair flowing to her waist in glossy waves. But watch he did, his body aflame. Must have her soon.

“Where are we going?” she asked, stopping directly in front of him to drop a bag at his feet. “Because I have an idea.”

Her nearness...affected him. Blood like fire, guts twisting. He tapped his temple and pushed his next words into her mind. Erik might have cameras hidden here.

She licked her lips and nodded in understanding. —I think we should go to Roswell, New Mexico. About seventy years ago, something crashed there. A lot of people believe it was an alien spaceship. Now the government guards the area but...what if there are weapons they haven’t found? Weapons only other aliens can activate? If we acquire them, we’ll have a major advantage over Erik.—

Interesting. Few other-worlds used spaceships. In fact, Bane could think of only one. Forêt. Had the ruler of Forêt broken the rules like Aveline, and sent warriors here?

Bane searched his mental files. In the Terran All War, Halo was the combatant from Forêt, and he’d brought a pair of detachable metal wings. A masterpiece of technology. While Halo engaged in combat, the wings guarded his flank.

He told Nola, Roswell it is, then. Do you have photos of the area?

—I don’t want to portal there. I want to drive in a car.—

Why?

—Out on the open road, we’ll remain on the move. No one will be able to pinpoint our location.—