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him here, but this was so much better…
    Dark heat expanded inside her, making her forget the danger he posed. Making her wish she could indulge this unexpected attraction. Just for a little while.
    Beneath her, his body hardened—even more than it had earlier in her kitchen—and the hardest part pressed just, oh Gods, at the right spot for her to shift her hips against his, hearing a soft moan. She knew it came from her and she didn’t care.
    His hair was like silk along her fingertips, and his mouth feasted at hers, fueling her own desire.
    When they had to part to breathe she could barely force her eyes open, and when she did, she found his dark with need. And wide with shock.
    She gulped in some air that failed to cool her desire. It didn’t even really sate her body’s need for oxygen, but it was the best she could do when her brain wouldn’t function properly.
    “Tired yet?” he rasped, his thumb sliding along the side of her neck.
    An unexpected laugh bubbled from her throat.
    He smiled faintly.
    Andi swallowed hard. “Have you forgotten who you are? Who I am?” She really needed to remember both of those things. If she could only make her brain work again.
    His smile disappeared, and something like regret surfaced in his eyes before he shook his head. “Unfortunately, I have not.” He pressed his thumb harder against her neck, and her world went black.

Chapter Two
    Kallan shifted as Andrea pitched forward, and ignored the mingled desire and regret burning in his middle. He eased her to his side, wincing when his cargo pants dug into his erection. He deserved far worse for trying to distract her in that manner. Of course, the distraction had been successful.
    It had also worked on him, which was not a good thing. He couldn’t afford to be sidetracked this way, and certainly not with Andrea. It wouldn’t do at all.
    He set his hand over the cuff on his wrist and felt the lock give. He eased her arm higher and attached the free cuff to her iron headboard. It wouldn’t make her any happier with him or the situation, but he needed to think, and he couldn’t do it when he was so close to her. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his back to the unconscious Andrea.
    The feel of her body against his would be forever imprinted on his brain, he feared. The softness, the quiet sounds she made while the pleasure swamped her.
    Growling, he shoved to his feet and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Reliving it wouldn’t make his body stop throbbing painfully.
    He forced his mind instead to his impossible task.
    Goddess, how was he supposed to take the amulet? He simply couldn’t cut it out of her skin while she lived. No matter what sort of monster she might be, no one deserved that.
    Kallan paced to the window, his pulse still too quick. He pressed his forehead to the cool glass, his gaze landing on a small group of deer gathered in the dark, just barely out of the trees and into the yard. The animals were watchful, as if aware there was a dangerous predator in their territory. He shut his eyes tight.
    He needed his laptop and notes. He had to see what he’d missed in all his research. Surely there was another way.
    Ari might know if there was.
    But he hesitated to call his great-uncle. The question would require explanation, and Kallan would have to admit he’d found her. Ari would send out reinforcements, including Stavros, and Kallan did not want his cousin near the Medusa. He had done all the work to find her. He couldn’t give her over to Stavros now. He’d simply have to find another way to take the goblet. His cousin would look at Kallan’s mercy as weakness. Ari would feel the same way.
    No, this glory would be his, once he found a way to get the amulet. This was his destiny, not his cousin’s.
    Inhaling slowly and deeply, he straightened and shot a glance at the bed. Andrea would likely sleep for hours, and even when she woke, she could go nowhere until he freed her. As far as he