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dead.
    He wasn’t. She was certain of that.
    “I’m here.” Her voice was the barest whisper. “Waiting for you. Whatever you want or need, I’ll give it to you.” She parted her lips and sucked two fingers into her warm, moist opening. The thought of what could happen when they met in the flesh sent a streak of electricity through her.
     
     
    He was alone again because Night Hunter had been absorbed by the jungle. Laird listened to primal sounds brought into awful clarity because there was nothing else to concentrate on. Night Hunter existed. What or who he was, Laird couldn’t say, but he’d been visited by something with intelligence that had sought him out for purposes not yet revealed.
    His feet were less tender than they’d been when he began his barefoot journey. He had no doubt that if he remained out here much longer, he could fashion a weapon out of wood and vine and other materials and bring down the game he needed to stay alive. He’d reach deep inside himself to that place where the skills of his ancestors remained for that.
    Ancestors? He wasn’t Indian.
    Something was climbing over his instep. He flicked it away and went about gathering the leaves and other softened things he’d need for sleeping. Once he’d layered the ground with his find, he stretched out and stared until he found a thin tunnel to the sky not obscured by trees.
    There were a few stars about, distant and cold, yet comforting. He wondered if that cat or one of its relatives would sense the helpless human being come after an easy meal, but he had no more apprehension about a panther than he did about living on a boat even when he anchored far from land.
    He was safe here because Night Hunter had so willed it. And because a part of him he’d just begun to fathom had long waited for this night.
    Suddenly restless, he flattened a hand over his chest. He was aware, not just of the strong line of ribs beneath his flesh, but his heart tucked safely within its shelter. He’d heard the word lonely analyzed and struggled against by everyone he’d come in contact with, but the emotion had always seemed abstract and unimportant to him.
    Now, alone in a place that perceived humans as unwelcome intruders, he should be cowering. But what he felt wasn’t isolation and abject solitude so much as a longing for something never before realized. That and power that went beyond muscle and bone.
    It was easy to remember what she looked like. It had started as a game, a stupid man ignoring the downpour because he’d glimpsed a beautiful young woman driving alone. But after the first time he looked into her eyes, it had stopped being a game. Wanting more than those too-big eyes and the dark waterfall of hair, he’d allowed her to pass and then overtaken her again.
    He’d sensed her futile search for him on the tail of the vast energy it had taken to send her a message. He’d never believed in fate, psychic connection, or whatever they called it, but something had happened between them today that might have to last for as long as he survived in this harsh and honest place.
    “Don’t ignore me. Don’t even try.”
    In his mind’s eye, he saw her standing alone in a darkened room. She had several fingers in her mouth and was running her tongue over them, a look of sexual excitement in her half-closed eyes. Her other hand rested between her legs, a forefinger reaching deep inside her. Moaning, she jerked her hips back and forth.
    “That will do, for now,” he told her. “But when I take you, you will scream. Dance on my cock. Maybe, someday you will understand why I must do this.”
     
     
    Four in the morning, a time of quiet and rest, of recharging oneself for what the day might bring. Instead of trying to reclaim sleep, Mala sat in the unfamiliar bed. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around her bare knees and rocked gently.
    Eyes closed, she mentally skimmed over lush foliage until she half believed she could see what rested at the