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for who she truly was.
    Amelia, Daughter of
Liberty .

    I t
was 5:30 already. She had already lost most of the day and had
barely gotten anywhere with finding a job. At least any she was
willing to take, anyway. She was sure about one thing though: her
life sucked. She was jobless and completely paranoid. She had felt
quite complacent with her lifestyle until he had shown up and
ruined everything. And now she was curious about things she never
even knew existed. Amelia wasn't a regular drinker but at the
moment, she felt for a few beers.
    Tucking her cellphone deep into the
front pocket of her jeans, Amelia sighed and headed for the
restrooms. She moved by a few heavily stacked bookshelves and down
a tiny aisle. A tickling sensation in her gut caused her to stop
dead in her tracks. Blinking, she turned around but saw no one.
Sweat beaded her nose and she licked her lips nervously. She
probably recognized the feeling better than anyone else. Someone
was following her.
    "Who's there?" she said. "I know
you're there."
    There was a short silence. "Do tell me
what gave me away..." Amelia jumped and almost screamed. She knew
that voice. It wasn't a sound she could ever forget.
    "Who are you? And why are you
following me?" She searched behind the nearest shelves, hoping to
locate the stranger before he scared the living hell out of her.
Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her from behind, another stifling
her inevitable scream. She felt her body being squeezed against a
much larger one; a masculine physique that smelt too damn good to
be resistible. He shifted behind her and she could feel his
erection stabbing into her back. Amelia froze, her arousal by the
touch coming as a shock to her.
    "Do not make a sound."
    Amelia nodded quickly and the hand
fell slowly from her mouth. In one swift movement she was spun
around and brought face to face with the man that haunted her
dreams. Well, not exactly face to face since she had to tilt her
head all the way back to see up into his countenance. She
swallowed. He was wearing dark sunglasses, his mouth pressed into a
thin line. His expression was intimidating. Shoving instinctively
at his chest, Amelia cursed beneath her breath, shooting him one of
her killer glares. She knew many men who would have cowered at that
look but this one didn't even move an inch.
    "W-What do you want?"
    The man removed his sunglasses at that
point and she wished she had kept her damn mouth shut. He looked
wicked straight down to the steely pools of his eyes. A scar
slashed through his left brow, adding to the rugged danger that his
appearance portrayed. Power and strength reeked from him so
intensely, Amelia almost choked on it.
    "My name is Hadaen Maruj,"
he said. Oh god! "And you belong to me."
    "And this must be 'World's Fuckhead
Day', you moron!" she spat before even considering her words and
jabbing him in the chest. "You've got some nerve. Now let me go. I
don't belong to anyone."
    Her chest rose and fell
rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Damn lunatic! And the jerk only
stood there staring down at her and smirking as if he thought she
was insane. Shrugging, Amelia was surprised when she found herself
escaping his grip. She ran an agitated hand through her hair. The
silence between them stretched far longer than she would have liked
until she heard him speak lowly.
    "You talk very much."
    "Why thank you. It's my specialty.
Look, I'd very much appreciate it if you'd just cut the chit-chat
and tell me what you want with me."
    "You are Amelia Kunar." He
said it with utmost confidence. " Daughter
of Liberty ."
    She scoffed. Last time she checked she
was an orphan. She shook her head at him. "I'm no daughter of any
'Liberty' person. As far as I know, my parents died when I was
baby. You've got the wrong girl."
    Half way into pivoting away
she was grabbed by the arm again. Amelia glowered at his hand on
her arm and then met his eyes angrily. "You have some serious issues with
touching, don't you? Let me guess...