You Complete Me by Wendi Zwaduk Page B

cracked and her hands shook. “There is no love in war.”
    “I need love.” He shook his head. “That’s all there is to it. I got shafted by Ava and I will not be shafted by you, too.”
    “You’ll have your powers. Isn’t that enough?” Damn it. She’d screwed everything up. Needing to keep herself protected from heartbreak seemed to trump allowing herself to accept someone loving her. She couldn’t actually say the words I love you . What if she’d never be able to say them?
    “No. I’d rather go mad without you, than have my powers.” He swiped his hand through the air. “It’s—I need a walk and time to think. You’ve screwed with my head. You don’t want me, but you do. You don’t love me unless you think someone else is there to take your place. Then all of a sudden you care. I can’t play this game. I’m not a toy. Either let me go or accept that you are worthy of being loved and I love you.” The muscle in his jaw tensed. “I’ve been dicked around before and I’m not going to do it again.” He started away from her.
    “Hagan.” With every step he took, a little more of her heart ripped out. Being strong sucked if there was no one there to share her life with in the end.
    He didn’t turn around. “Do you love me? Truly love me and need to be my mate?”
    “I’m—I’m not sure.”
    “That’s all I needed to know.”
    Hagan walked away from her, leaving her in stunned silence. She’d fucked up her life on account of fear. She leaned against the wall for stability. She’d get through this…but she’d have to be honest with herself. Did she love him? Yes. Did she trust him? Were the love and trust enough to be his forever?

Chapter Seven
     
     
    Hagan thrust both hands into his hair and stomped out to the foyer, then outside onto the massive porch. His anger boiled over and self-loathing took hold. What was wrong with him? Even his own mate didn’t want him. He gritted his teeth. Streaks of sunshine stretched across the front porch. Goddess, if he didn’t want to end the damn war and bring peace to the Supers, he’d throw himself out into the sunshine and self-sacrifice.
    Burning himself to death wasn’t worth the time or effort to go outside, but still. Something had to be wrong with him. First, he hadn’t been enough for Ava. Okay, he could handle that because the connection hadn’t been strong between them. Then Emily. She liked sex with him well enough. She’d even lowered her guard and allowed him into her mind. They were fated!
    A noise caught his attention. He tipped his head. What was the sound? Scratching? Shuffling? His blood turned to ice. Holy fuck. He’d gone outside. No fucking protection, just exposed…like a dumb ass. He whipped around to grab the door handle. As he tugged on the brass handle, something slipped over his face. Slivers of light filtered through whatever they’d yanked over his head.
    Shit. He wrestled with the darkness, but two sets of hands held him down.
    “The fucktard went out alone,” a deep voice said. “I’m tired of them thinking they can get the best of Maslow.”
    Hagan stopped moving. They had him. Any fighting now, especially with his hands bound behind his back, wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He listened to the voice. He’d heard that man before.
    Something connected with his skull. Lights flashed behind his eyes and his stomach lurched. Shit. He wobbled on his feet, and then everything went black.
    When Hagan opened his eyes, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been out. His head throbbed and his wrists ached. He couldn’t tell where he’d gone. The bag or whatever they’d put over his head to blind him was still in place. Damn it.
    If he wanted out of this situation, he needed to trust Emily. He closed his eyes and focused on the woman he loved. Emily? Please, hon. I need you.
    Where are you? Her voice came across as a scream. He heard the panic and concern.
    At least she worried about him. I’m not sure where I