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will take the young woman with me then and will contact Aaron when she is able to move on her own. I will send someone for her things, if that is acceptable to you. Is there anything you can tell me about her? What she was doing in Paris?”
    Not that it mattered, really. Aaron had sent him to Paris to save the young girl, and that he’d done. Whatever else happened was going to be all on Tristan.
    “Yes, of course, I’ll have everything ready when they come. She is armed, or was. I’ve never seen so many weapons on one person in my life. She had two, no, three guns, a couple of lethal-looking blades, switchblades I guess, a tazer, and a few cans of really strong pepper spray on her. Inside of the lockers were more guns and ammo, even a few sticks of dynamite in one of them. Each one of the identifications we found has a permit to carry a weapon with it. She’s powerful, as I’ve said, but I don’t know what she is.”
    Pete hesitated and Tristan was almost afraid for her to continue. “How did you meet her? I mean, if you fought, I can only assume you didn’t know her from before.”

    Tristan felt one of the guests from the hotel start to come out onto the patio just in front of them. He sent him away with the thought to make love to his wife instead. Humans needed the comfort of touch and Tristan was merely giving it to him. Besides, they didn’t need any more witnesses to this.
    “She warned me that I was in trouble and that the man I was using as a translator had been lying to me. She was able to hold an entire restaurant in thrall while she shot, killed, and beheaded a man without being noticed. I have since found out that there was a warrant out for his arrest. He was considered armed and dangerous. And according to my source, police were to shoot on site. I don’t know how she managed to get the jump on him, as she had made sure I was safely out before she did it. Oh, and she speaks Italian. Very well, as a matter of fact. As for being in Paris, I don’t know for sure. I’m sure it had something to do with the man from tonight.”
    Tristan merely nodded. He was still trying to figure out what to do about her and had only heard about half of what Pete had told him. He was still trying to come to grips with what the woman was to him. And also what he was going to do about it.
    “Tristan, I’d be very careful when she wakes up. She is a mite demanding. And she can be rude when the mood suits her, which seemed a great deal of the time.” He heard the laughter and the seriousness in her voice and wondered about it.
    “Yes, I will, but she won’t be able to hurt me. Thank you, Pete. I’ll be taking her now.” He reached down and picked Bailey up, cradling her in his arms tightly. He dematerialized both of them away seconds later.
    ~~~
    It wasn’t until a man who identified himself as Anthony, second butler to the St. James household, had gathered the girl’s four bags and drove away that Pete finally understood what Tristan meant. The woman he had just saved, the woman who she had almost killed, was his mate. Pete nearly laughed herself into a stupor all the way home and wondered often what she smelled like to him.

    ~CHAPTER FOUR~

    Bailey woke up in a dark room. She started to move to get up when a searing pain rushed through her body, a moan escaping before she could stop it. She reached out and found that she wasn’t alone in the room. There was a vamp in the room with her. A male.
    “The pain will lessen in a few hours. Then it will be gone altogether very soon, I would guess. Would you like some help getting up?” The voice was across the room, which was too dark for her to make out just where or who the voice was.
    “Where am I?” She moved again, slower this time, and finally got her legs off the side of the big bed. She sat still, fighting against the overwhelming pain so that she wouldn’t pass out, but she really had to work at it.
    “Impressive, young lady. You must hurt very badly