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Murderers Can Love?
Chapter Three
Clarissa's blood surged through her body as she felt his body rush by her. Again she'd sidestepped him but this time she cut his side with her shiv. Not enough to hurt him fatally, just enough to rile him up. She loved a good fight. It made her feel…well invincible. She knew he'd be angry that he'd missed her again and her knowledge was confirmed when he growled deep in his throat. There was an animal inside him she knew that would do anything to get what it wanted. She had the same beast inside of her. Since she was so caught up in her thoughts about this strange man, he took the opening and placed a shiv at her throat. He grunted when he realized that she had done the same thing. Breathing heavily, neither broke away.
"Lights 50" He growled. The lights flashed on and they stared into each others silver eyes. "Now where can I get eyes like that?" He said in a deep but soft voice.
"You gotta kill a lot of people."
"I've done that, a lot of that."
"Then you have to get sent to a slam and pay a doctor 20 menthol cools to do a shine job on your eyes." Clarissa spat into his face. "But then again, you know about that already."
"Yea…but it's still fun to ask." He purred. His masculine smell entered her nostrils and she felt her heart flutter. He took her shiv with his other hand and lowered his from her throat. "So, what business do you have with me?" She just stared at him stupidly.
"You're Riddick?"
"One and the same. Answer my question." She started to move her hands to his chest and she moved the shirt away from the right half of it. There was a glowing hand print. Riddick growled wondering why she suddenly knew that that was there. She then put her hands to her own chest and moved the fabric enough to show him her glowing hand print. His eyes betrayed his stone face. He looked intrigued. "Who are you and what are you?"
"My name is Clarissa Howell. I am the last female Furion." She said suddenly feeling superior.
"What's that got to do with me."
"I have been asked to help replenish the Furion race…as your mate." She said quickly but confidently. Her boldness baffled him. Did she honestly believe that he'd be her mate after losing Jack? He'd be damned if he let a woman get that close to him again.