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against the walls again. When I felt my strength return, I called out to him. For a long time, he was too wild to listen, but eventually, he wore himself out and collapsed to the floor. Only then, could I persuade him to make eye contact and give him a few moments of comfort. But then I’d lose it again and the cycle would continue.

    L ucas was close to unconscious when dawn came. I, on the other hand, stood at attention, exhausted as well, but eager to get out of that hell hole. I waited by the door for someone to come let us out. I thought briefly of Derek, wondering if he’d found someplace safe to stay for the day and if he’d been strong enough and smart enough to escape the pack.
    Then the door sprung open and three of the gigantic men from last night came to take Lucas back up to his room. I followed, and shooed them away once they’d placed him safely in his bed.
    I went about cleaning him off, but I didn’t have to apply any first aid to his burns or wounds because they began to heal within minutes.
    Once he was cleaned, I put the blankets over him, dimmed the lights, and slipped into bed beside him. I smoothed my hand over his bare chest, loving how the shadows played over the contours and peaks of his flawless body.
    I wished I had my camera. I wanted to remember him like this forever. So calm and perfect. I turned my head and kissed his neck. Even in his sleep, I felt the heat surge. I smiled against his skin. Somehow, that made me feel better. I didn’t have much energy left to test his emotions, but what I could get was peaceful—or as peaceful as Lucas ever got. There was a tinge of that old craziness at the edges of his vibe, but I couldn’t tell if the madness I felt was the werewolf inside him fighting to be released or a madness of a different kind.
    True insanity.

4
     
    THE SENSE
     
    I awoke to kisses—tons of them, on my mouth and down my throat and lower, trailing slowly down my stomach. I smiled, yawning, looking down to see the top of Lucas’s head. I grabbed his hair and pulled him up, wanting to see his face.
    But the face looking at me was not Lucas. It was Derek. His lips were dripping with crimson liquid, and he had fangs like kitchen knives. I looked down and my body was punctured with bloody fang marks.
    I screamed and sat up.
    Lucas sat up too, looking around for danger, but as soon as his eyes fell on me, he knocked me back onto my pillows. He hugged me close and tucked his face into my neck, kissing me everywhere.
    I panted, totally freaked out ... and, okay, slightly aroused.
    His lips found mine, and I kissed him back.
    “Are you okay?” I asked through his lips. “Are you . . . ?” I didn’t want to say the word insane .
    “You . . . are . . . amazing,” he said, kissing my nose lightly on each word.
    “Me?” I asked, confused.
    “You stayed with me,” he said, face just inches away. “You kept me sane. I know it was you. I didn’t imagine that, did I?”
    “No. I was there. I used the connection. I didn’t know I could do it when you’re human, but it worked. Thank God, it worked.”
    “Amazing,” he said again and rolled over on top of me, kissing me. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. I wondered if he knew he was naked.
    “Lucas,” I said. “You, ah . . . you’d better stop.”
    He shook his head, catching my lips and kissing me harder.
    “What’s gotten into you?” I asked, laughing slightly.
    “I’m tired of being the only one naked around here,” he said with a little fake pout that made me want to nibble on his lower lip.
    “You’re red,” he said, smiling devilishly. “So it’s okay for me to be naked, but not you? I just don’t think that’s fair.” His hot hand wandered to my shirt and slipped it over my head. I gasped as he began kissing my stomach.
    “Lucas!” I said. “Stop it. You’re the one who said we couldn’t do that.”
    He came back to my face and brushed his lips over my chin. “Well, maybe I changed my mind.