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He’d always been attracted to highly competent, sometimes murderous people, whether they were human or not. Fatima had always despaired of the times Spencer followed his dick and not his brain.
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“One day, you’ll come to me like this, on your knees, begging for help when your government turns its back on you. And I want you to know that I’ll be your way out.”
“You are wasted at the SOA,” Takoma hissed. “You belong with me because you’re mine.”
He was addicting, all fragile human flesh and a spine of steel that Takoma had borne witness to and coveted back in Manhattan. That their paths had crossed again for Takoma to have him? He was never letting the mage go again.
You’re going to need me.” Takoma nipped at Spencer’s throat. “Always. And I’ll want you just as much.”
