"But. . ." "There are still a few out there." Zarek cursed. "If Sasha gets nailed with one, Astrid will lose her mind." "Believe me, Z, I know." Savitar looked out toward the clear horizon, but inside, he knew the same thing that Zarek did. There was a storm brewing. Fierce and violent. They'd stopped this minor bout. But it was nothing compared to the one that was coming. Fury lay in bed, naked, with Angelia on top of him. Their palms were still pressed together from their mating ritual. "I still can't believe you would have died so that I could go home." "I can't believe you were going to call me a liar and take my place under the guillotine. Next time I try to save you, woman, you better stay saved." She laughed, then nipped at his chin. "I shall promise to behave, on only one condition." "And that is?" "That you bond your life force to mine." He scowled at her. "Why is that so important to you?" She swallowed against the lump in her throat. "Don't you know?" "No." "Because I love you, Wolf, and I don't ever want to spend another day in this life without you. Where you den, I den, and when you die, I die, too." Fury looked up at her in disbelief. In all his life, he'd only ever wanted one thing. And Lia had just given it to him. A woman he could love and depend on. "For you, my lady wolf, I would do anything." Anglia smiled as she felt him growing hard again. Kissing his hand, she knew that this time they wouldn't just have sex. This time they would be joined throughout all eternity.