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yards back and turned him to ash, but he was no lightweight. He glared back from under his brow. “One. I ain’t taking you. Two. You can stay tied until we’re safe.”
    Then he stood and scooped her up and strode to the gyro.
    “Put me down!”
    Cadrach rose from where he’d lain in the shade beneath a shrub and followed, eyes bright with happiness, gray coat fluffing up in the breeze.
    She stopped wriggling. “What is that?”
    “My wolf. Kept him outta sight on board. Hi there, boy. Get your hairy ass in the gyro.”
    The wolf leaped up into the copilot’s seat and laughed back at him. “Least he’s obedient.”

Chapter Four
    Kaysana raised her head. Loose strands of her hair fell on her cheeks and glued to the sweat. Her bare back stuck to the gyrocopter seat. Sunny and hot despite the backdrop of snow-covered mountains. Memories of passion pattered across her thoughts, marched center stage, and demanded her attention. Time had gone missing. Did I faint? She vaguely remembered Sten tying her in place after some argument.
    She swiveled in the gyrocopter seat, saw him. The frankenstruct, all those glorious muscles covered again by shirt and trousers, standing by her side. He pulled something tight, strapping her into the right-hand backseat with her arms at her sides. Everything was there, in her head, but vague and disconnected. She’d done something she would never have thought she’d do—had sex with a frankenstruct.
    I wanted it . That hurt most.
    “Let me loose!” She strove to throw off the ropes and straps he’d used to tie her into the seat. The hemp rasped on her skin, leaving tracks of pain.
    “Stop.” He growled, put his hand to the back of her head, grabbed her hair, and slowly pulled her head backward over the top of the seat. “You’re hurting yourself.”
    She blinked up at him, scowled, remembered why she’d had that argument. “Okay, I get your point about the mission. Release me and I’ll return by myself. There’s a town a few miles in. I’ll find my own gyro. Just let me loose. I’ll walk. Some clothes would be nice too.”
    “No. How’s that for an answer? You’re still not thinking straight. You expect me to let you walk to the nearest town with a zombie plague happening? Sheesh.” He released her, squatted beside the gyrocopter, and ran a hand through his scruffy blond hair, sending tangled locks cascading over his shoulders. At his neck swung a wolf pendant made of polished silver.
    “Look, there’s supposed to be more information coming…a way to destroy this plague. Get me to a telegraph office, and I may have a chance. We may have a chance.”
    “You don’t give up easy, do you?”
    He grabbed a pair of goggles from the front seat and brought them up to her face, casually fastening the buckle behind her head and checking the fit…as if he did this for her every day.
    “Good girl. Sit tight and we’ll be there in no time.”
    She glared at him. Good girl! “I’m a woman, fool!”
    “I think we already proved that one together. You’ve got a pussy. I’ve got a dick.” He grinned, bent to pick up the haversack.
    “You are so crude. Typical of a frankenstruct.”
    “Oh? I so love teasing you.” Then he grabbed her hair again and kissed her until her ears rang.
    When he stopped, she found her chest heaving, and her snappy answers had fled. His hand moved lightly down to her neck. Little creases appeared at the corners of his eyes like he’d found something amusing.
    “Much better. Maybe I should remember this way of closing your mouth. More fun than a gag.”
    Oh . Her thoughts slowly coalesced.
    Her thighs were sticky. With no more clothes than she’d had before, her nipples were still exposed, as was her bottom. Little bites of discomfort reminded her of where the clamps had been. She trembled, recalling how much she’d enjoyed them. She let her head slump forward, shook it, anything to send away those thoughts. With disaster threatening, all she