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down every nerve way open to it. The message was simple, save her .
    I cursed myself for not bringing a gun, or even a knife. It wasn't like me, but I just wanted to escape the life, just one night.
    "Eagles," I shouted desperately. "Freeze!" I just needed a second, and I got it. He hesitated briefly, half turning his head to check whether I was carrying a weapon. The second he saw that I wasn't, he charged forward at the blonde, but I'd bought myself a time I needed. I threw myself forward toward him, lancing my body like an NFL linebacker. I hit him just above the hip, and sped through him, knocking him to the floor with an almighty hit. It didn't take a doctor to realize he wouldn't be getting up from that one for a while.
    I picked myself up off the floor, feeling my thigh twinge with discomfort as it finally registered the pain of the fight. I cracked my neck, just to relieve the nerves. "So," I asked, as casually as I could with my blood thundering through my veins at lightspeed.
    "What's your name?"

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    E llie
    I jerked back as if I'd been stung.
    In a sense I had. This man, my unexpected savior, radiated a sense of danger like nothing I'd ever experienced before. My heart rate skyrocketed. It was hard to believe that the over worked muscle could find ever higher heights to climb after what I'd just seen and experienced, but it surprised me. I stuck out my hand, because it seemed that was what my mysterious rescuer wanted, but I was lost for words. Luckily, he stepped in so I didn't have to.
    "Roman," he smiled, sticking out his arm and enveloping my trembling fingers in a hand that seemed to have been chiseled out of smooth marble, a hand which was strong and unyielding without feeling in the slightest bit hard or calloused. "Pleased to meet you."
    I choked, and my hand would have trembled if it wasn't for the stranger – Roman's – unhesitating support. A chill sped around my body as the adrenaline began to drain from my system.
    For all the good it did me…
    I didn't recognize the girl I'd become over the past couple of years, after all my carefully molded self-confidence and assurance had been chipped away by Rick's unending, humiliating assaults. Don't think about him , I chided myself. I forced myself to pull my chest up, and meet my rescuer's gaze firmly by reminding myself that the woman who had exposed the deputy mayor's corrupt office for what it was just a year before was still in there somewhere.
    "Ellie," I said softly. The man's eyes still had the fevered, fierce glint of Viking bloodlust in them. While I didn't for a moment expect that he would do anything to hurt me – I didn't know how I knew it, but somehow I did – it was still unsettling. He held my hand firmly, and the warmth seemed to hug me tight, battling against the adrenaline-induced chill that was threatening to have me start shivering. From behind Roman's massive, and unnaturally toned bulk, I heard a desperate moaning sound. "Uh, shouldn't…"
    Roman anticipated my question precisely. "Shouldn't we do something?" He asked, with a smile that at once seemed entirely at home, but also completely alien on his scarred face. "Those two gentlemen," he said politely, but raising his voice so that the entire bar could hear him. "Were just leaving."
    I looked around him, staring at the two wounded men on the floor, and then my eyes flickered to the bartender. This time I really did start shivering. My knees felt as though they were about to give way. I wasn't the kind of girl who got in fights. I was a reporter, for God's sake! What I was even doing in Jefferson, one of Alexandria's darkest, grittiest suburbs in the first place was a good question. Roman must have seen something on my face, a tell, a giveaway, because no matter how well I thought I was hiding my distress, he picked up on it in an instant. "Are you doing okay?" He asked with concern. "Here," he said, whistling to get the bartender's attention. He needn't have. Like everyone else,