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Kira tried to pull away, but her traitorous body leaned into his heat. The Genesis Protocol had spliced her with Lynx DNA as a child—enhanced senses, a photographic memory, and a brutal heat cycle that no suppressant could fully tame. She was engineered to be a weapon, not a woman.

“Because you cracked the wrong file,” he said, tilting her chin up with one calloused finger. “The one about the ‘Genesis Protocol.’ They know you’re alive. And they’ve sent a cleaner team. We have twelve minutes to run.”

In the garage, as they peeled away in a stolen SUV with sirens wailing behind them, Kira finally let herself breathe. Her hands shook. Dane covered one with his own, his thumb tracing her pulse point. lora leigh books

A distant explosion rocked the building. The cleaner team had arrived early.

Dane grabbed her wrist—not hard, but with an unyielding possessiveness that made her knees weak. “From this moment, you don’t run alone. You don’t hide alone. You are mine to protect.” Kira tried to pull away, but her traitorous

She managed a fierce smile. “I can shoot while doing calculus.”

Dane’s grip on the wheel tightened until the leather creaked. “And you’ve been hiding this for two years? Alone?” “Because you cracked the wrong file,” he said,

Fractured Bond

Dane wrapped an arm around Kira’s waist, pulling her against his chest. Her belly was already round with the impossible—a hybrid child, conceived during that first, desperate night in the tunnel.