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where she writhed furiously, wanting a chance to murder the demon. “Stay still,” he roared at her. “Or do ye wish to die?”
    The blond demon laughed at Allie, “Latha math andrasda.” He vanished.
    Allie stopped struggling and began shaking wildly instead. Goodbye for now. What did that mean?
    As sick with fear as she was for Brian, she was shockingly aware of being in the warrior's thick, impossibly strong arms. His body was huge and hard and powerfully male—and she felt a very large package stirring beneath her.
    She closed her eyes—she had to heal Brian. It was hard, because her body began screaming at her, delicious sensation rushing across her skin, inflaming every fiber of her being. “Let me go so I can help Brian,” she said hoarsely.
    He released her.
    She met his hot, glittering gaze and that fist slammed her again, hollowing her more acutely than ever before. And he knew. A slight, smug smile tilted the otherwise still line of his mouth.
    He wouldn't be so smug in another hour, she thought. Because he was going to have the time of his life.
    She turned and ran to Brian and dropped down beside him, reaching for him, flooding him with her white healing light. Even as intensely focused as she was, she was acutely aware of the warrior as she felt him as he came to stand behind her. Instantly she knew he was standing guard over her so she could heal.
    Her heart thundered. “When this night was over, she was going to thank all the gods for answering her prayers.
    “Can ye heal him?”
    She swallowed “I’ll die trying.” But her temples throbbed. It almost hurt to heal Brian. Releasing her white light felt like pulling out her own teeth, one by one.
    He was silent, but not for long. “Are ye hurt?”
    She panted and took a short break. “Last night...I got hurt.” She glanced up at him.
    He did not seem happy to hear that.
    She breathed deeply and turned back to Brian, flooding him with her light. Brian's life flickered and blazed.
    Allie was swept by an intense wave of dizziness. She felt the land tilt wildly and she was dismayed. The huge warrior knelt, embracing her from behind and holding her steady against his chest.
    She gasped. His scent was overwhelming. Man, sex, power, the clean Highland mist and more sex. His body could have been honed from steel, and the tights beneath her ass were even better than a soccer player. This man rode horses and ran hills.
    Allie opened her eyes and shifted to meet his gaze. The night had changed. It was charged. She was weak, but she needed this man—and she wasn't thinking about a partner to combat crime. Oh, no. In fact, suddenly, strangely, he was all she could think about, and she sensed he was using his powers of enchantment again.
    His eyes hot, he moved away from her, standing. “Who are you?” she whispered, forcing her gaze to his eyes.
    But Brian sat up. “Allie?” He was alarmed. “What happened?”
    Allie jerked with dismay. She'd been so mesmerized by the warrior she'd forgotten about Brian.
    The Highlander stared at Brian. “Go to the house. I’ll bring her soon enough.”
    Brian stood and left without a word.
    Allie met his gray gaze and this time, she knew her eyes were wide. “It’s all true, right? You're one of them...a warrior who can travel through time, with superpowers... defending mankind.”
    His gaze dropped to her mouth, and it slid lower, to her breasts, which were barely covered by the corset-style, pushup bodice of the evening gown. “I dinna ken,” he said softly But his silver eyes were hot and an arrogant smile played on that incredible, chiseled face.
    And a shadow fell over the night.
    Allie glanced up in alarm; the moon was gone again, covered by black clouds. She tensed glancing at the pool but it remained brightly lit. It didn't matter. Huge and heavy; blackness swiftly approached them again.
    Incredulous, she looked up at the warrior. She was too weak to fight more demons now! She scrambled to her feel not as