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    Then again, maybe she had noticed. Damion sighed and started up the steps to the porch. This relationship was off to a beautiful start if he ever saw one.
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    Lara had a plan to escape the GTECH, and that plan didn’t include being plagued by the dizziness that had started by the pool, which was made worse by blood rushing to her head that made her stomach churn. Nor the humiliation of having her dress fall to her waist, and her bikini-bottomed backside staring her captor in the face. It did, however, include cursing and yelling, both of which were meant to make him believe that was the only defense she believed she had left—that she’d accepted the inevitability of accompanying him into the cabin and just didn’t plan to go quietly. She wanted him to believe that she’d accepted he was physically stronger, that she knew he could tag along if she wind-walked because he was touching her, so she wasn’t going to try.
    Then, at the right moment, she’d catch him off guard and wind-walk, before he could do whatever magic he was doing to stop her. He’d follow. She knew that. Gaining a precious few seconds lead on him was her goal, enough to allow her to reappear in a public place with lots and lots of people where he didn’t dare grab her again. From there, well, she’d improvise. The most important thing, right now, was not getting locked in some underground cavern with a GTECH, who might not ever let her see the light of day again. Especially not when she knew he had to be the reason for her blackout, the reason she’d been incapable of wind-walking by the pool. She didn’t know if she could wind-walk now, if surprising him would release his control over her, but she had to try, had to fight to survive.
    The GTECH took the last step to the porch, and Lara blasted out one last rush of rants, surprised at how easily four-letter words came to mind since she’d never actually used them. Adrenaline rushed through her, with the urge to flee now, but she forced herself to be patient, to wait until the last possible second, to wait rather than act, for that second when he reached for the doorknob. His hand closed around it, and Lara called to the wind.
    Instant, piercing pain ripped through her head and left her panting, head spinning, fingers digging into the hard muscle of the GTECH’s back. He was doing it to her again. He was controlling her, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him.
    “Bastard,” she hissed through her teeth the instant the pain began to ease, but physically she could feel her body weaken from the energy she’d expelled in her failed escape, her limbs growing heavy.
    “So I’ve been told by you several times now,” he said dryly, walking inside the cabin and kicking the door shut. He flipped a lock into place, and then walked a few steps, though she didn’t know where, because she couldn’t see anything except the floor. But he kept talking, kept acting like nothing was wrong—like she wasn’t hanging over his damn shoulder in pain. “For the record,” he continued, “I prefer my name, Damion, to bastard . What should I call you besides, ‘the one with the wicked tongue and mean bite’?”
    She wasn’t about to touch that wicked tongue comment, which sounded a little too suggestive, making her wonder if he’d evoked some deep, dark, captive-princess fantasy buried somewhere in the recesses of her mind. Then again, considering everything, it might just be the blood rushing to her head. “My name won’t matter if the blood keeps running to my head like this, and it explodes. Please. Put me down, and stop whatever else you are doing to me.”
    “It’s ‘please’ now, is it?” he asked, but he didn’t expect a reply, immediately adding, “You’re a contradiction if I ever met one. Just a few more minutes.”
    She opened her mouth to argue, but the energy seemed poorly spent, the time for her yelling and ranting gone, a failed distraction she now