"Can't we put everything behind us? Isn't that why you came to me tonight?" He took a step forward and Clara moved back.

She watched as the concern on his face vanished. His brow creased in anger.

"You're my mate. Don't run from me."

"I'm not your mate," Clara said. "Don't worry. I won't have the same problem as you I mean every word I am about to say. I reject you. I want nothing to do with you. I will never touch you again. I will never look at you again. Above all I will never be your mate."

Lucas lunged at her but Clara was too quick. She...