Jaw tensing, the male fought running to Chase and slaughtering him then and there. Flexing around her in antcipation, Flame gave an abrupt nod. So this was why she would not make love to him. Someone had already stolen her purity in one of the ilest ways imaginable. The bastard deserved death. Burying his face in her neck, the male gritted his teeth, shaking violently. Bloodlust poured from him. Selfless retribution. If she left him for killing the scum then so be it. But it was his duty as her man to kill him, and he would relish nothing more. She had no idea of Flame's past. Born into a family of assassins, in his blood to be a killer and raised as such from birth by his 'carers'. He had stealth, skill and more strength than could be imagined. It was why he had moved away from Sydney, not wanting her in harms way because of him. Now? For once Flame was glad of his upbringing. It would aid him in ridding the world of scum. He had thought he was done with it, hiding for years from their searching eyes, but one... last... kill. That was all.