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yet was maddening to say the least.  
    It was just after the noon meal when the men returned with the maid, bruised and slightly wounded, but alive. Sorin wanted to hunt the Tnarg, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave Katrina, not to mention his sword was still in the forest. At least he hoped it was. Though he had other weapons, he wanted his sword returned.  
    Now, with supper finished, he found himself alone with his mate again. “Which window is your chamber?”  
    Her blue gaze jerked to his. “Excuse me?”  
    “Katrina, I doona want to frighten you more than you already are, but as I’ve said, the Tnarg willna give up just because you’re in your aunt’s home.”  
    She studied him a moment, tugging on the end of her blonde braid. “My life has turned upside down. What do you plan to do, sleep under my window?”  
    “Nay. I plan on climbing through your window and sleeping on your floor.”  
    “You are daft,” she whispered, though he saw the excitement in her gaze. “I cannot allow you in my chamber.”  
    “And I willna allow you to be killed when I could’ve protected you.”  
    She wrapped her arms around her waist and shivered. She was putting on a brave front, but Sorin knew she was terrified. The Tnarg had nearly gotten to her that morn.  
    “My window is the third from the left corner on the second floor.”  
    Sorin nodded. How he was going to get up to that window, he wasn’t sure. Yet.  
     
    * * * *
     
    Katrina sat in the middle of her bed, her legs drawn up to her chest. Every creak and moan in the house made her jump.   She expect the Tnarg to bust through her door at any moment. The idea of being asleep when that happened made her sick to her stomach.   So she sat.   Waiting.
    When Sorin had said he was coming to her chamber, she had thought him a fool. After all, she should be safe in her aunt’s home. But now she kept glancing to her window, wondering where he was.   She expected him hours ago.  
    She climbed from the bed and gazed down from her window. It was a sheer drop to the street with nothing to hold onto to climb up or down. In the silence of the night, a board creaked outside her chamber. She spun around, her heart hammering in her chest. Something was trying to come in her door.  
    Katrina grabbed the dagger on her table she’d taken from Sorin and rushed to the wall beside the door, prepared to plunge the weapon into the Tnarg and race down the hallway. Her breathing seemed loud to her own ears, but she couldn’t slow it no matter how she tried.  
    The door slowly swung open. Katrina lifted the dagger over her head and prepared to bring it down when strong hands suddenly gripped her arms and pushed her against the wall.  
    “Katrina?”  
    She nearly cried as she heard Sorin’s voice. Her fear melted away and she sagged against him as her hand loosened and the dagger dropped to the floor. “I thought you were the Tnarg. I’ve been waiting for you.”  
    His arms wrapped around her holding her tight as he buried her face in his neck. “I coulda scale the wall. I had to sneak into the house. Everything is all right now.”  
    But it wasn’t. Katrina inhaled his scent of pine, spice...and power. She closed her eyes and buried her face against the soft material of his tunic and took a deep breath. Thickly muscled arms held her steady, comforting her as no one else could.  
    She wasn’t sure what made her want to be near Sorin so. Was it because he said she was his mate? Did she want to believe him so desperately she had started to convince herself?  
    “You’re shaking,” he murmured in her hair as he leaned his face close to hers. “I told you I would protect you.”  
    She swallowed and pulled back to look at him. “You’re asking me to believe the impossible, and yet, I find myself doing it.”  
    “Good.” He smiled and ran a finger down her cheek. “By the saints, it hurts just to look at you. I’ve never seen a woman so