“Where did you hear that name?” he asked.
“I didn’t. It’s mine.”
“I don’t believe you.” A growl replaced the hurt sound that had come from deep in his chest. “Who told you? Are you a voyeur, as well? Did you spy on us while we made love?”
Spy on him and Anya? Would she do that?
“It’s my name,” she insisted, and then was overcome by a violent fit of coughing. She couldn’t breathe. The smoke was poisoning her lungs and starving her blood of oxygen. She grew dizzy.
She watched him, the supreme effort it took to regain control, but he clamped down and put away his darker half.
“Wait here until you hear the shots, then go,” Griff told her. “Head for the trees, and when you reach them, keep running. Don’t stop.”
He turned, looked back once, and then vanished into the smoke and flames devouring the cabin.
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