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arms around her before she’d gathered her wits.
    Screaming again, she dropped all of her weight against his arms and slithered halfway through the lose coil before he realized what she was doing and tightened his arms, pinning her face against something soft and squishy. It hardened while she was huffing and puffing out muffled screams against it, flailing her arms and legs wildly and gyrating her body to try to get loose.
    “Grab her god damn it!” the man above her bellowed.
    She sensed the presence of a second man and then a third as they surrounded her moments before she felt them grabbing at her. The man holding her head released her abruptly. For a handful of seconds, she managed to keep her arms free. She surged upward when the man holding her let go. Someone grabbed her around the hips. She slapped at his head and shoulders, heaving against him to try to break his hold and then someone grabbed her from behind, manacling her arms to her sides. A hand nearly as big as her face clamped over her mouth and nose. A fresh wave of panic swept over her when she sucked in her breath and found her mouth and nose passages blocked by the hand. She sank her teeth into the heel of the hand over her mouth and sucked in a sharp breath when he yanked his hand back with a hiss of pain.
    “Don’t cover my face! I can’t breathe!” she exclaimed in a frantic gasp, twisting her head back and forth to prevent the man from covering her face again.
    He hesitated.
    “Gag her,” the man in front of her said grimly. “She’ll start screaming again the moment we get her out of the house.
    “I won’t!” Anna said pleadingly. “I swear! What do you want? What are you doing in my house?”
    “Your father,” the man who’d spoken before growled angrily. “You’re going to lead us to him.”
    Shock went through her. She stilled, but her mind was churning. Miles Cavendish? She hadn’t even accepted that he actually was her father and now, within the space of a week, she’d met a man claiming to be the man she’d thought long dead and a dangerous gang of men wanting to get to him through her?
    “I’ll take you to him!” she volunteered. “I know where he is!”
    “Just like that?”
    Anna nodded vigorously, ignoring the twinge of guilt that stung her. Why should she die for a man she didn’t even know, though? Whatever he’d done, she certainly hadn’t had any part in it!
    The man moved away. A few moments later, the kitchen light came on, blinding her. She clamped her eyes closed instinctively the moment the glaring light hit her pupils and then squinted to see. Another jolt went through her. There were four men standing around her and not one of them had on a stitch of clothing!
    Her eyes widened as the shock of discovery went through her. The light glistened on their skin. Sweat from wrestling with her? Or water?
    The man standing by the light switch, the one she realized had been issuing all of the orders, was exceptionally tall—over six feet, she was sure—and broad shouldered.
    His black hair hung around his shoulders in damp, faintly curling locks that ended just at the tops of his bulging male breasts. Wedge shaped muscles formed blocks all the way down his belly to the light nest of black hair that cupped his genitals. He was still semi-erect, leaving her in no doubt of where her face had been.
    Even as heat began to creep into her cheeks, she registered something that made the blood rush from her face.
    His skin from just below the waist to his feet was patterned—not smooth and even as the rest of his skin. It almost looked like a tattoo—except she knew it wasn’t even before she caught a glimpse at the feathery looking fins at his wrists and elbows and his ankles. Her gaze swept upward to his face again of its own accord and then, with barely time to actually register his features, moved from him to the other men within her view.
    She couldn’t see the one holding her, but she could feel the hard ridges