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Alone with him in her house…
    She wouldn’t sleep with him again. Now or ever. Ordering herself to be a good girl wouldn’t work. The only thing holding her back, if and when he touched her, was his control.
    Her head spun as she stood. She slumped back to her knees and cradled her pounding head. Damn this energy drain. It felt as if she’d lost a few pints of blood and then had a three-day flu.
    This wasn’t the time for head pain or weakness. With an arm under his shoulders, she focused to shift them back to Alexi’s dimension.
    Nothing happened.
    She tried again but didn’t get even an energy sputter. Not good. Whatever just happened between them had healed him and left her depleted.
    After a few rough tugs, she relocated him onto the nearby sofa. She retrieved scissors and cut the zip tie around his legs. Blood highlighted too many parts of his body. She wet a washcloth in the bathroom and cleaned the blood off his face. A few trips to rinse and wash finally had him acceptably clean. She threw a quilt over him and perched on the edge of the sofa next to him.
    Unable to resist, she moved a few strands of hair off his forehead and traced the new wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked thinner than last year, but, wow, the man was beautiful. Chiseled cheekbones, generous lips. Ah, those lips. They knew how to make her scream. Okay, that wasn’t a memory she needed to rehash, not with the two of them alone, trapped in her alternate dimension.
    A lump lodged in her chest. What would it be like to belong to this man? He’d be dominant and fierce, but the raw, demanding passion he offered in the bedroom just might make up for the level of testosterone bullshit she’d have to take.
    With a head shake she pushed away those ridiculous thoughts. He didn’t want her for more than an easy lay and to play psychotic games, like today.
    She massaged her forehead against the dull ache. Being trapped and sapped was a first.
    As soon as she recharged, she’d jump them back. God, let it be before he woke up.

Chapter Four
    A lexi popped upright to a sit and massaged his head. He pushed off a quilt and swung his legs over the edge of the sofa. The chords of a vaguely familiar piano concerto drifted in from another room. He closed his eyes to assess his injury tally. Nothing hurt. He couldn’t detect the stab wound or chest cuts, and his ribs no longer hurt. Everything was fine. Was he completely healed? How many days had he been out?
    He retrieved his phone from his tactical pants. Lebedev had been sloppy to leave it on him. The phone confirmed the same date he’d been taken. He’d only been out for an hour? No service. Still in the other dimension.
    What had Serenity done to him? He hadn’t thought her a healer. Maybe she had more tricks in her arsenal than invisibility. Or maybe she’d shifted them back to the real world and called in her druid healer.
    He gaped at his now healed abdomen, stunned.
    Beyond miraculous vanishing injuries, Serenity had shown up at his death-bound altercation with Lebedev. Astonishment gave way to it really happened . He’d been up shit creek without a viable exit plan. First time for that. After Lebedev and his men worked him over for an hour or so, he’d almost accepted calling out to her hadn’t worked. But then she’d appeared like the beautiful, highly trained witch she was. What did he do with the knowledge they were that tightly linked?
    Right now, he expected Hades’s voice to thunder in his brain, to berate him for his behavior. To order him back to work. He waited.
    Where are you?
    Nothing. Hades wasn’t in his brain. Maybe he didn’t function in Serenity’s other dimension.
    He closed his eyes and sighed in relief, enjoying the peace of being alone in his body for the first time in…he couldn’t remember how many decades. He’d been barely thirteen when his uncle died and he’d inherited death reaper duty. After a few seconds, he glanced around what he assumed to be