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been in their mother’s womb. Parallel souls walking together through life.
    Youthful resentment had given way to thankfulness. They had each other. They’d seen how their older brothers struggled. Roland especially seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he’d spent much of his life alone. Only now that he had his queen, the love of his life, by his side, was that loneliness beginning to abate.
    Daruis wondered if he’d ever find the same kind of deep and true love that had made Roland’s and Nico’s lives so full. And if he did, would Connor love the same woman? Would they be destined to share a mate as the simple knights in his land did? Or would they each find a separate woman to love—and how could that work when they were so close as to share the experience of almost everything either one did? Or would they be destined to fly forever alone, without a woman in either of their lives, with only each other as company?
    Darius didn’t know. He didn’t often dwell on such sober thoughts, but then he’d never been swept to another land by a magical storm. Life had suddenly gotten very interesting, very fast.
     
    Josephine Marpa was heading out to her Jeep when she saw the man emerge from the woods. Immediately on her guard, she noticed he was limping and there was dried blood on his arm. His bare, muscular arm.
    He wore leather pants, boots and a sexy vest that tied up the middle over impressive pecs. His muscles bulged as he moved, the black leather hugging sinewy thighs and tight abs as if he’d been poured into it. Her gaze moved upward, and her mouth dropped open at the devilish grin on the handsome face looking back at her.
    He was probably a biker—judging by all the leather—who’d been in some kind of accident. Or maybe a male model escaped from some sort of fantasy-fetish photo shoot. Only she wasn’t aware of any photo shoots going on in the area.
    “Can I help you?” She stood her ground while she watched him approach. He stopped about ten feet from her, making no move closer, which put her more at ease, but she wasn’t going to let his amazing good looks influence her common sense. Much. She hoped.
    “I’m a little lost.” He favored her with a disarming smile. Sweet Mother of All, when the man smiled he was even better-looking. It ought to be illegal.
    “And a little banged up.” She looked at his arm, not entirely sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Men like this certainly didn’t walk out of her forest every day. “What happened to you?”
    “I had an accident.” He moved a step forward, standing closer, but in an unthreatening position. His smile turned a bit sheepish, tugging on some long-lost feminine heartstring she hadn’t known she still possessed.
    She sighed, more annoyed at herself than at the stranger. He seemed all right. His body language was tentative, not aggressive, and her sixth sense was telling her he was okay. She made a rash decision and moved to inspect his injury more closely.
    “What happened to your bike? Too banged up to move?”
    She sensed some hesitancy before he answered. It didn’t feel menacing, and she trusted her special senses enough to believe he didn’t mean her any harm.
    “Something like that,” he answered. “Look, can you tell me where I am exactly?”
    One of her eyebrows went up in surprise. Maybe he’d hit his head when he crashed. “You’re in the national park. About two miles from State Road 42.” At the blank look on his handsome face, she went on, both eyebrows reaching upward now. “In Oregon? The Pacific Northwest? United States of America?” Instead of the laughter she expected at her little joke, only more consternation showed on his face. “Where are you from?”
    His lips firmed as he considered her. It almost looked like he was debating how much to tell her. She’d seen that look before, but never so openly. Whoever he was, he wasn’t a very good liar. Somehow that was reassuring rather than