The German air didn't just feel cold; it felt heavy, thick with the scent of pine needles, wet dirt, and a strange, familiar buzz that made the hair on my arms stand up. The private jet had landed at a small, dark runway outside Stuttgart, and by midnight, we were deep inside the Black Forest, riding in the back of a rugged tactical truck. Outside, the tall trees stood like a wall of black spikes against the misty night sky, completely shutting out the moonlight."We are crossing the outer line now, Elena," Silas said from the dark beside me.He was dressed in a heavy black leather jacket and tactical pants, his massive frame filling the small bench seat of the truck. He looked completely relaxed, but through our shared mind-link, his thoughts were a hot, swirling pool of predatory rage. He reached across the narrow space, his large, warm hand clamping down hard onto my thigh. The moment his skin touched my trousers, a warm wave of golden energy rushed up my spine, instantly settling
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