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I can’t tell what is being said.”
    Skye opened her eyes and turned to where the man’s voice had come from. He was sitting half in the shadows where the light from the lamp didn’t quite reach. Though she couldn’t make out his face, she could tell he was staring at her.
    She swallowed, entranced by the stranger. He drew not just her gaze but her total concentration. So much so that she forgot they weren’t alone in the room.
    He sat still as stone, his hands resting on the arms of the chair. He gave off the impression that he was at ease, but she had the sense that he could be up and ready to face whatever came through the door in an instant.
    Their gazes locked and held for several quiet moments. Skye couldn’t look away, no matter how many times she tried. There was something so...beguiling about him. The thread of danger, of something dark and primal, couldn’t be ignored.
    She jerked when she saw his eyes flash yellow. Skye blinked and rubbed her eyes. She was mistaken. She had to be. A man’s eyes, hidden in shadow, couldn’t flash yellow. It was absurd.
    You hit your head, remember?
    Yes. Her head. She had hit her head. That’s why she was seeing things that weren’t there. The explanation was enough to calm her racing heart.
    “I’d like to leave,” she told the room at large and lifted her head.
    Riley looked at the man in the shadowed corner before she turned her head to the table.
    “Not going to happen,” said the man at the table.
    The woman next to him glared at him, one brow raised. “She’s not staying here, Kane.”
    Riley got to her feet when Kane opened his mouth to argue. “Skye, the one glaring is my cousin, Kane. This is Minka,” she said pointing to the woman. “And you’re in her house.” There was a short pause before Riley looked to the other man. “The silent one in the corner is Kane’s brother, Court.”
    Skye hated how badly she wanted to see Court’s face. She told herself it was because she wanted a good look at the people who’d helped her, but she knew it was more primal than that.
    Then she frowned at Riley as she stood, her knees beginning to shake. “You know my name.” How was that possible? Skye didn’t have any identification on her. Nothing that would tell someone who she was.
    “I think we should ease her into it,” Riley told Kane.
    Kane made a face like Riley had asked him to pluck a cloud from the sky. “Ease her into it? She already jumped.”
    “She would like to know what the hell is going on,” Skye said, looking at each of them in turn. “How do you know my name?”
    Court leaned forward in the chair so that his forearms rested on his knees. She caught a glimpse of chin-length butterscotch blond hair. “Of course, we know who you are. By what happened tonight, others know you’re the one writing the articles about them, as well.”
    It was everything Skye could do to remain standing. “You think someone attacked me tonight?”
    “That’s one way of putting it,” Kane mumbled.
    Riley rolled her eyes and faced Skye. “We think the articles might have upset some.”
    Skye took a step back from Riley. “Why do you care about the articles?”
    “Look at what happened tonight. You should be worried,” Minka said as she rose gracefully from the chair. She wore jeans and a willowy white shirt that brought out her mocha skin. She walked past Skye to a door that led out onto a porch. “You stepped into something you had no business digging around in. Now you’ve put a target on yourself.”
    The only kinds of people that would be upset about what she wrote were the ones who actually believed. Or the ones who were part of the supernatural.
    Skye turned her head to watch Minka and saw the glint of moonlight off water filtered through trees. The bayou. They had brought her out of the city.
    “We’re not going to hurt you,” Riley said in a soft voice, as if reading Skye’s thoughts. “We had to get you out of the city in case they came