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them. “The light has obvious charms, but so does the dark. I choose the dark.”
    Ander’s face lit up and he took his position as her body guard and consort very seriously. Immediately he scooped her up and made a run for it with her in his arms. It was then that pretty boy made his move.
    She was looking over Ander’s shoulder and saw the dagger. It descended with all the subtly of a hammer on an anvil. She squeaked in panic, but it was too late. Baenwik stabbed at Ander with a viciousness that belied his earlier manners.
    He was a sore loser.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
     
    Her squeak let Ander start to turn, but when the dagger parted flesh, he had to drop her. A fistfight ensued that made Fiona queasy. Pretty boy had been disarmed the instant Ander turned. Blood was everywhere, flowing down Ander’s back and flying through the air as he struck at the golden madman.
    Pugilism was a lost art for a reason, it was brutal, violent and bloody. Baenwik was bleeding now as well. His face was swelling in a most unattractive manner and she could see he was tiring quickly. However he had captured Ander to start with, it had definitely not been in a fair fight. As suddenly as it started, it finished. Baenwik was on the ground and Ander turned to her, exhausted.
    “Can you find our way out?”
    “Yes. Can you walk?”
    “Yes. My steed should still be nearby. He would not have dared to injure him.”
    Fiona concentrated. It was clear to her. Dead ahead and to the left. Straight on and out into daylight. She grabbed his hand in hers and started forward, “This way.” She stopped and scooped up the dagger as they passed. They ran through the length of the cave, their bare feet slapping against the stone. “I should have stopped to put my clothes on.”
    “He burned them. After he discovered your knife and flashlight.”
    The torchlight was gone now, she was feeling her way through the caves longing for some illumination. Hmm. Her companion could glow, couldn’t he? “Ander, do you have enough energy to glow?”
    “No. I used it all in the fight. Why?”
    “This would go a lot faster if I could see where I was going.”
    “You can’t see in this light?”
    “What light?”
    “You should have said something. Come here.”
    The tang of sweat and blood mixed with the musk of male as he drew her into his arms. His fingers rubbed her back and buttocks as he pulled her flush against his body. His erection was a barrier, but his hands on her hips kept them firmly locked together.
    He bent his neck, nestled his face in the hollow of her neck and inhaled deeply.
    She returned the favour and soon had the heady pulse of arousal running through her veins. She shifted against him and he changed his position and his grip. He took her mouth with his as his fingers teased her into a sensual frenzy, moving from her clit to her core and back again, using her own moisture to ease the way. His tongue teased her lips, his mouth drank from her and her eyes fluttered closed. As suddenly as her arousal started, it peaked. She moaned softly into his mouth and he chuckled.
    “Enough light for you, my dear?”
    Dazed, she opened her eyes to see his moonlight streaming from his skin. “Yeah. It should do. Any more might have killed me.”
    “Ah, there is a reason that they call it the little death.” Ander twined his fingers with hers, “Shall we continue?”
    “Yes, of course. This way.” Once again she led them through the caves, winding their way as rapidly as she could. She could feel the energy draining from her companion as rapidly as it had emerged. The dim light ahead of her finally outweighed the elf-light she was seeing by, and not a moment too soon. Ander was almost unconscious. “Ander. Ander! Where is your steed?”
    He shuddered and looked around. His eyes were glazed with pain and exhaustion once again. “Over there.” He pointed to a copse of trees.
    She led them carefully to the area he indicated.
    “His