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her unusual bangs slipped across her face, exposing a lump on her forehead.
    He lifted her slim form into his arms.
    She was more than he’d at first thought. Much much more. The way she fought, her strange manner of speech, similar to how Charity spoke.
    Shaw frowned. The beasts wanted her dead or worse when they clearly meant him no ill.
    ‘Twas apparent, he had not been asking her the right questions.

    Chapter Six

    Wood smoke drifted around her with the crackle of a cheery fire. Bekah pressed into her worn blanket, secure that Matthew and Luke would wake her if any Sifts came close to the abandoned parking garage they’d holed up in after the supply run. Sleep was hard won and only taken while she traveled with those she unequivocally trusted, so she slept as long as she could, knowing the guys would wake her for her watch.
    Sighing, she curled her fingers around the handle of her pulsar, always out and in easy reach and…it wasn’t there.
    Alarmed, she came fully awake, eyes opening to a smoke-hazed room. Thatched ceiling, mud walls, dirt floors. Cottage. Closed wood shutters, the only light came from a blazing fire in the hearth where a man stood, black hair trailing down his broad back as he stared into the flames.
    Bekah pulled up to her elbow and winced at the disorienting pain that the slight movement flared in her temple. She wasn’t with the boys, running supplies back to Alexander’s holdout. Matthew was dead. Eaten alive.
    Grief welled up in her throat, threatening to overcome her. She slammed down on it. Hard. Put it away to bring out later when it was safe to mourn.
    He’d died to get Col Limont here to Thirteenth Century Scotland.
    Except Col wasn’t here.
    She was.
    She pushed the heel of her hand against her head and the blanket fell off her shoulder, revealing—where the hell was her cloak?
    At her movement the man, the Moon Sifter, turned, the sole person she left everything behind to come here to kill.
    She snatched the blanket back up. “Where are my clothes?”
    One shoulder lifted in a shrug. “I needed something to start the fire with.”
    “The whole thing?”
    The fire blazed behind him, fueled by varied sizes of split logs. He was being spiteful or…she studied his smug expression…he believed by taking her clothes away he’d make her vulnerable, having to hold a blanket up for modesty. Well, he’d underestimated her resolve. She had no qualms about killing him while bare-butt naked and then she’d take his clothes for her own after doing it.   Which, no time like the present.
    She flung herself at him, leaving blanket behind, intending to knock him off balance into the hearth where he’d either fall in the fire or hopefully knock his head against the stone mantle. Either way, it would give her enough of a distraction to grab up his blade again.
    Except her forward momentum came to an extreme stop. One second she was moving, the next she wasn’t, hands flat and arms jolted against an immoveable chest. Holy crap. What was he made of, unbreakable granite?
    His arms swept up, long hands clamped around her. Flat gray eyes glared down at her and she swallowed. Fear, or something else, swirled in her belly, rising upward into her breasts.
    Had to be fear. Or the sudden chill, though she had to admit there was something uncharacteristically strange happening to her, something sensual and unsettling about being so close to the Highlander while he was fully dressed and she was completely bare.
    She shook her bangs over her eyes, hiding the only way that she could.
    His hands tightened around her arms, the backs of those strong capable fingers grazing the sides of her boobs and she exploded inside, then every nerve ending across her flesh puckered.
    Holy holy crap.
    He gave her a little shake, for which she was glad, because she needed her traitorous brain cells seriously scrambled, even though pain streaked through her head and along her side.
    He growled down at her. “Ye are that