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colors. He turned the
lights in her room on low and sat her down on the trunk at the
bottom of her bed. She drew her legs up, feeling vulnerable and
scared in the strange place.
    “Han, get me some warm water and washcloths.
I’ll clean her up.”
    She didn’t miss the surprised look on Han’s
face. He obeyed. D disappeared into the bathroom adjoining her room
and washed his hands. When he returned, he pulled a chair from the
wall nearer her and dipped one cloth in water, tugging her arm away
from her.
    “I can do it,” she said, resisting.
    He gave her a look that said he didn’t have
all the patience in the world then pulled her arm free again.
    “Han, bring up some food,” he said without
turning to look at the blond man in the doorway.
    Han disappeared.
    Sofia was afraid to ask where she was, who
the man was before her. Instead, she watched a man many, many times
her strength gently clean the blood from her arm in unhurried,
methodical strokes. His touch sent a tremor of fire through her,
and she was embarrassed to feel her hormones stir.
    Here she sat, covered in blood, drugged, one
day from being all out crazy, kidnapped, and the sight of the man
before her turned her on. What was wrong with her?!
    He was the sexiest man she’d ever
seen, and the swirling aura of command only amplified his physical
appeal. It didn’t take much for her to imagine what the body
beneath the tight shirt was like. Wide shoulders, chiseled chest,
rippling abs … even his scent – of pure man mixed with the mystery
of night – lured her like an animal falling for a hunter’s bait.
His attraction was inhuman.
    He glanced up at her, amusement in the
upturned corner of his full lips.
    “You ok?” he asked, his quiet, gravelly voice
making her heart quicken.
    She met his gaze with a nod, and they looked
at each other until her face flushed. She cleared her throat and
looked down. The wound on her arm was gone. She pulled her arm from
his grip and stared at it, twisting it left and right before
lowering it.
    In fact, she felt no pain at all, anywhere.
She kicked out her wounded leg. It, too, was healed. All that was
left was to clean was the blood.
    “I’m going crazy,” she said, voice
tightening. “Oh God, I’m going crazy!”
    Her vision blurred with tears, and she stood
precariously.
    “You’re not so good on your feet yet,” D
said.
    She felt his arms around her and leaned into
him, surprised at how natural it felt to be held against a complete
stranger who made her want to flee for the hills and strip naked at
the same time.
    “You’re not going crazy,” he assured her.
“When you’re well, we’ll talk.”
    “You know what’s wrong with me.”
    “Yes.”
    “Who the hell are you?”
    His warm chest vibrated against her cheek as
he chuckled.
    “Damian Bylun. If I’m not mistaken, you
called me for help.”
    Suddenly, she wasn’t so sure she wanted his
help. Damian Bylun was not a doctor. Hell, she had serious doubts
he was even human. She didn’t know what he was, and she had a
feeling he’d welcomed her into a world that only he could grant her
leave from.
    God help me.
    He wasn’t sure how someone going from the
second to first floor had managed to get bloody enough to look like
she crawled through a warzone. Most women were too intimidated to
go near him, let alone get close enough to throw their arms around
him. This one clung to him as if he were the only thing preventing
her from being swept overboard. He’d watched her thoughts of him
naked, flattered and turned on. It’d been too long since a normal woman got over his first impression.
    He reflected on the images in her mind when
Jake touched her. The instincts of the newly minted spy were dead
on. She was the greatest find since he’d taken over the war from
his slain brother.
    He tried to move away, unaccustomed to anyone
touching him. She tightened her grip around him, and he was amused
to think of himself as any sort of comfort to anyone ,