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person off.
    She flung her door open, slammed it shut and stomped to
where he was unloading her suitcase from the back of the car. “What the hell do
you mean, no ?”
    He glanced around the parking lot. “Keep your voice down. We’ll
discuss this in the room.”
    “Whoa. In the room? As in one room for the two of us?”
    He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled out her red leather
carry-on, not even glancing at Amy’s army-issued duffle bag. Shutting the trunk
with a controlled froomp , he headed toward the motel. For a moment,
Aurora’s world flashed red and before she thought to stop it, the magic she’d
been born with snapped into life and two light bulbs in the vacancy sign popped
and sputtered out.
    Shit. She had to be more careful. The abilities passed down
to her from her mother’s family could flare out of control when she was angry. Forcing
herself to calm down enough not to blow up the entire sign or draw unwanted
attention to that particular secret, she consciously quashed the surge of power
boiling inside her. Plus, there were obviously some things Connyn didn’t seem
to react well to. No point in testing the limits in that arena. But this macho
be-a-good-little-woman-and-do-as-I-command nonsense was going to stop now.
    Taking a deep breath, she raised her voice high enough to be
heard over the wind and said, “I swear by all your Ilyrian gods that if you don’t
stop walking away from me this instant, Mr. Heir to the Third Royal House, I’ll
scream so loud it will wake the dead from Maine to California.”
    Connyn stopped. Even from the back, the anger that snapped
through his body electrified the air and Aurora glanced at the midnight sky to
check for stray lightning bolts headed her way. Her suitcase hit the ground
with a dull thud. Slowly he turned around. His eyes had darkened and narrowed to
a feral intensity, his mouth set in a grim line. Light spilling through the
motel’s front windows outlined the massive shoulders squared on her position.
    Though it only took a couple of steps for his long-legged
strides to bring him back to within inches of her, everything suddenly seemed
to shift into slow motion. For a brief moment, she wondered if perhaps it was
normal for time to turn into decidedly measured seconds before one’s own death
so that every last heartbeat could be felt and heard as it thumped in your
chest and pushed the blood through your ears in one roaring wave after another.
    The flashing pink neon from the motel’s sign cast Connyn’s
features into sharp angles and shadows, erased them for an instant with the
darkness, then with the next burst of light brought them to eerie psychedelic
life again as he moved closer. The gravel crunched loudly under his footsteps
and the west Texas wind was doing its level best at filling the night air with
a lonely, ghostly moan. With his hair now freed from the restraining braids, it
whipped around him in the relentless wind. All in all, Connyn created quite an
arousing and terrifying picture, reminding her of paintings she’d seen of
ancient gods sweeping out of the heavens on clouds of fire, wielding in their
hands the power and will to avenge and wreak indescribable havoc.
    Aurora glanced down at the man’s hands. Even in the dim
light, they looked strong and well able to wreak the havoc of ecstasy on a
willing woman’s body. A streak of lust went through her, which she did her best
to ignore. Thoughts that teased her erotic fantasies were not helping her
concentrate on getting to Ilyria.
    If the plan she’d come up with in the car was going to work,
she’d have to be careful not to let her smartass mouth screw it up. Especially
when she was pissed off. Especially since it looked like pissing people
off was this man’s specialty.
    By the time he stopped, she had to tilt her head back to
maintain eye contact. Propping her hands on her hips, she returned his glare
and held her ground. If he wanted a fight, she sure as hell could