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fighting stance over her action. The knowledge brought her full lips up into a slight, satisfied smile. Wary of me, as you should be…male! Andsuch a one she never expected; a formidable species, so large and strong. His skin was smooth like polished brass.
    Berating her foolish thoughts, she knew it unwise to antagonize him, but he pricked something rebellious inside her that refused to be tamed. “You must think me weak to continue insisting I need or have a protector. The prospect not only is loathsome, but absurd. I, Melane, am my own Nemow, no other would dare lay claim to a Lamar.”
    “Then I have no one to thank for your unexpected presence? Other than yourself of course.” Wylan forced himself to breathe evenly under her watchful gaze. Keeping up this maddening banter was difficult and if not so very informative he would quickly end the game.
    “The head must be muscle bound as well to have taken the truth so long to penetrate.” The control she used not to show her fear, under the thunderstorm filling those midnight eyes, nearly exhausted her.
    “Curbing your sharp tongue will be my first priority.”
    “You assume much, for a male spawn!”
    Melane didn’t wait for the bull to charge. Her feet moved with the lightening urgency necessary to avoid his reaching clasp.
    The black satin slipped through his fingers. Cursing, Wylan moved to block her flight towards the beast.
    “Rolley!” Turning from his massive form, she spun again and away from the cliffs. Melane growled when she saw he stood between her and the only escape. The pool was her only path. With a running dive into the pool, she heard him follow before she broke the water. All her strength could not outdistance the great strokes overcoming her. Melane’s furious scream was silenced as he pulled her by the ankles beneath the water.
    Holding the thrashing wildcat down, not even the threat of drowning mellowed her fight. Feeling panic overtaking her anger, Wylan drew her up to the surface for air.
    Gasping for breath, once gained, her fury broke loose, but his iron solid arms locked about her, ending her pitiful attempts to break free.
    “Let me go…you foul beast!”
    “The prospect is intriguing, don’t tempt me.”
    “Ooh…”
    All kinds of wild thoughts, beyond his anger, came with the squirming form pressed against his own. She actually fought him in earnest! Had the old ones not trained this elamie in the ways? He heard of rare instances when an elamie needed to be reschooled, but she was wild, hardly civilized.
    Lifting her up before him as he exited pool, Wylan kept her feet from touching the ground. She needed no advantages in delivering the blows she attempted to inflict. Even bare footed she had the strength to injure a man in the most effective manner, and the knowledge, if her well-aimed efforts proved anything. Putting her none to gently on the ground face down, Wylan straddled her hips, pinning her arms with one hand behind her back. Pulling the tether strips lose from his belt, he quickly tied her arms and her legs, hindering her freedom.
    Her angry growl, when he rose off her, earned his guarded smile. He’d wasted enough time; it would be almost nightfall before they reached his camp.
    Going back to the pool, Wylan retrieved the weapons, placing hers inside his belt. His own still had unfinished business to tend to.
    His rage at her should have ended Melane’s fight. Her fear of this male, was no longer a simmering tease, the danger he posed became all too real. Rocking to her side she watched him in wary concern, swallowing hard over the sword once again in his steeled fist. She would not cry out when the deathblow came. Above all else she would die with honor.
    When he walked past her a new fear seized Melane. “Nooo . . .!”
    His intent kept her moan from reaching him. Falling back onto her stomach she fought to raise her head. Through the dark veil of fallen hair, her dread was confirmed when she saw him standing