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her weakness, but the way he was staring at her with unblinking intensity made it seem impossible that he’d miss a thing.
    “So what now…” It struck her that she didn’t even know his name. “What do you call yourself?”
    “Toren.”
    “So what now, Toren?”
    “Now you go and gather up the items I requested.”
    “Uh. Sorry to break this to you after all the trouble you went to for the whole mind-meld thing, but I still don’t know what you need.”
    “Yes, you do. All you have to do is access the knowledge I conveyed.”
    She scoured her mind for something that wasn’t there before, but all she could find was that image of Elina lying dead with that evil man standing over her, murder weapon in hand. And while the memory still had the power to turn her stomach, the effects were not nearly as potent as they’d been before. Thank God.
    “Nope. Sorry,” she said. “No magical grocery list.”
    “It is there,” he said with complete certainty.
    Adria slipped past his wide shoulder and went to her purse. She didn’t know why she suddenly needed her purse so badly, but the need flared inside her, forcing her actions. “I’m not sure how this is supposed to go, but maybe it doesn’t work with humans.” She emptied out the contents of her makeup bag and handed a pair of earrings to Toren.
    He looked down at them, a triumphant smile stretching his full mouth. “This is one of the things I need.”
    “Earrings?”
    “Is that what this material is called?”
    “Oh. Silver.” And as soon as she said the word, a huge gong and bright lights went off inside her mind, and she was filled with a sense of giddiness, like she’d won an intergalactic lottery.
    Her knees went liquid, her head spun, and she started to topple to the floor.

Chapter Four
    Toren grabbed Adreeahbenwah before she could damage herself. Just the thought of her delicate skin being marred had him instinctively using his magic to fuel his speed. More sparks of power dribbled from his dwindling reserves, but the prize was worth the cost.
    She clung to him as if he were the only thing holding her to this spinning planet. Her cheek pressed against his bare chest, and he marveled again at how pliant and soft she was. He could feel fine tremors cascading through her body, and in that instant, he imagined what it would be like to make her tremble in another, more intimate way.
    He knew almost nothing about her culture. Very few of his kind had ever escaped from their prison sentences on Obliterra. He was certain that most had tried, but he could already feel the numbing effects this place had on him. The edges of what had once been crisp, clean memories had begun to blur. It was only a matter of time before he forgot everything about his old life—including those he loved. If he forgot the scene he had witnessed of Grynar standing over Elina, weapon in hand, justice would never be found for his sister.
    That could not happen. His family still wept over Elina’s death. They doubtlessly wept over his imprisonment, fed lies Toren could not contest. If he stayed here, another child would be forever lost to his mother. The idea of causing his parents more pain was more than he could tolerate.
    Toren lifted Adreeahbenwah’s body and carried her to the narrow bed in front of the fire. He had intended to lay her out so she could rest and recover, but he enjoyed the feel of her in his arms too much to let her go. Such thoughts were not normal for him. He loved women, but never had he felt like the absence of one would cause him any discomfort.
    He tried to reassure himself by remembering that this one fragile human was his only connection in this world—his only means of escape. It was natural for him to feel protective of her.
    He sat on the bed and leaned back, arranging her in his lap so that she fit the shape of his body.
    “I’m okay,” she said, though the tremor in her voice told another story. “You can let me go.”
    “I did not know my