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displeasure even, when his gaze traveled down her form, but that was not what she saw. There was such pain, such need in his eyes as they met hers.
    “Who are you?” she asked, unable to stop herself.
    “I am called Sevani.”
    “Sevani.” She tasted his name on her tongue, again feeling like she should have known that already. It felt right. Something inside of her sang when she said it, like a long-closed door had been finally opened.
    “I am Ayah.”
    “I know who you are, Ayah, more than, I think, you know yourself.”
    Her name rolled on his tongue as if it was a caress, and she felt a very different feeling suffuse her. She wanted to get closer, wanted to hear him say it again. She didn’t even realize that she had been leaning closer to him until he sucked in a shuddering breath and held her away from him.
    What was wrong with her? This was a man who had gotten into her house somehow, knew her name, and had lay in wait for her. He looked too good to be true, too perfect, too…Another thought blasted to her.
    “Are you an angel? Am I dead?” she squeaked. Perhaps she’d been in a dream when she found out she was a millionaire. Maybe she’d died, so distraught over her father, and had only watched from the outside as the will had been read. But then, how had Sam directed questions at her? Maybe she’d died of shock after everyone had left. That was it. She was going to go to heaven.
    “Do I look like an angel?” he said then.
    He looked yummy, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. Then again, angels probably didn’t invoke the need to rip their clothes off, right? A soft cherub bouncing around her laughing and singing hymns was very different than the beast of a man standing in front of her. Her kind of heaven, to be sure, but not the sort for the pearly gates.
    Okay, maybe I’m not going to heaven.
    “Then, who are you?” she asked again.
    “That is a question that would take time to explain and a leap of faith to understand, both of which do not matter now. I am here to do a job .” Sevani said the word like a curse, and she wanted to smooth his brow. She had to force her hand back to her side when it lifted, seemingly of its own volition.
    “Were you paid to kill me?” she asked then, not sure how she kept herself talking.
    “No,” he answered, his thumb rubbing over her cheek. His palm and fingertips were calloused, and she wondered what it would feel like to have them all over her flesh. What would it be like to have him surround her, crowd her on the bed, and take her? The thoughts were her own, and yet not. He dropped his hands and stepped away from her, taking his heat with him. She licked her suddenly dry lips. If he wasn’t here to kill her or take her to heaven or bed her, apparently, she didn’t understand why he was here—or why she even believed what he was saying.
    She edged from the bed, slowly making her way toward the door. It didn’t matter. She just had to get out of here. She had to get away from the thoughts that she knew him, had felt him inside her, and had heard his voice whispering in her ear as she slept, get away from the fact that he looked ready to kill someone, especially her, and from the fact that she was turned on. She stepped faster as he watched her, his gaze a mixture of agony and lust that she didn’t understand. The doorknob hit the small of her back, and she spun around, grasping it in her hand to twist.
    “I am not here to kill you.” He suddenly crowded her against the door and pinned her hand between her body and her means of escape. She hadn’t even seen, or heard, him move. He was just there, larger than life. “But someone is going to kill you,” he said, and her stomach fell away. “It’s my job to stop them. So tell me, what have you done that would make someone want you dead?”

Chapter Three
     
    He could barely keep his hands off her. His Nila was pressed against his body. Her face was close to his as he surrounded her. If he