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one night be so wrong? He looked at his empty bed, imagining her lying on top of the fur cover with a gleam in her eye as she beckoned him closer.
    Ian shook his head at his own idiocy. She'd never give him that night. She didn't even know him. He spun around and reached for the bottle of scotch on the bar, sloshing some into a glass before settling in a chair.
    A few hours had passed when Ian felt Deanna's stab of fear. It ripped through his mind, then disappeared. Without thinking, Ian jumped to the source.
    Her car lay in a ditch about a mile from Light Street. His blood boiled when he saw the blackguard who stood beside her door, about to reach in and grab an unconscious Deanna.
    Robert, come now! His mind bellowed even as he launched himself at her attacker. The man hissed, leaving off his prey to deal with Ian. He circled around into a better position, withdrawing a long dagger from his belt.
    Ordinary weapons couldn't hurt Ian but magical ones could. He knew this man was one of the Conrí. The magic swirled around him in a powerful aura. He'd been foolish to jump here without any way to defend Deanna or himself but it hadn't occurred to Ian that the Conrí would try to harm her. Stupid. Especially given that circumstances had dropped his soul mate—one the Conrí had banished from the Well of Souls—right into his life again.
    Robert appeared and tossed him a sword. At least he came prepared, Ian thought with chagrin. I'm getting sloppy and complacent in this new century. There was a time when he'd have never been caught without a dirk strapped to his side and a sgian dubh hidden in his clothing.
    Although Ian wanted to rush to Deanna's side, his first duty was to remove the threat. Robert would see to her safety while he got rid of this cur.
    The Conrí ducked in close, trying to avoid his sword while attempting to skewer him with the shorter dagger. Ian leapt back far enough to swing his longer weapon, just missing a strike as the man blocked it with a jarring force. Without giving the Conrí time to recover, Ian swung from the other direction, cutting him at the neck. The creature howled in frustration, taking a wild stab at the air. Ian swung his blade over his head and brought it down to slash at the man's legs.
    The Conrí dove toward him during the arc, throwing himself into the blade of the sword, effectively committing suicide rather than be captured. Not that Ian wanted a trophy.
    "I always knew recruiting a highland warrior would come in handy," Robert said, his droll voice hiding the humor behind the statement. They'd had this conversation a few times over the centuries.
    "It wasna my fault. You saw what happened."
    "I know. I guess he had his orders." Robert moved aside as Ian rushed over to where Deanna lay in the snow. "She's fine, just unconscious. I'll get her back home before she wakes up."
    "Are you sure she's all right?" Ian looked at the cut on her cheek, wanting more than anything to gather her in his arms and never let go.
    "I'm sure. Just a few bruises." Robert cocked his head at him. "By the way, how did you know she was here?"
    "I dinna kin. I felt her fear and knew she was in trouble. Maybe because she's my soul mate. Robert, you must send her back to me!"
    Robert blew out a breath, the frigid air steaming in front of his face. "We'll talk later. Let me get her out of this snow bank before she freezes."
    Ian immediately stepped aside, having forgotten she was at the mercy of the elements. It was something he hadn't had to think about for five hundred years. As Robert left with Deanna in his arms, Ian felt more alone than ever.

Chapter Eight
     
    Ian's feet pounded the carpet as he paced across his own living room. Robert had ordered him out of Deanna's apartment, sending Fiona in to watch over her while they talked—not that Ian felt like discussing the matter.
    "They're out to kill her. What more proof do you need?" Ian stopped in front of Robert and glared at his mentor.
    "Not