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her. 
    I did save you.
    Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!
    I heard a thud on the floor.
    Ha!  She heard me laugh even then.
    She shut me out the best she could and moved her thoughts on.  She knew Szar helped.  How did she puzzle that out?  I would have to remember her aptitude to gather information and decipher it so well at such a quick rate. 
    When she took a shower I closed her off long enough for her to finish in the bathroom with privacy.  I didn’t think I could handle it anyway.  Too much temptation.
      When I re-attuned with her she was spreading her knives around on the bed for protection.  From me!  That was a laugh I hoped to remind her of one day when she was hopefully mine. 
    An hour after she fell asleep, I knocked on her door.
    I opened the door to knives at the ready. 
    I could have been naked.
    I knew you were not.
              How?
    “Sarah, the night maid, checked on you a half hour ago.”
    “Oh!”  How did I miss her?
    “She ’s more stealth than help sometimes.”  That still wouldn't comfort her, for she hated having to admit someone got by her.  But I hadn’t.  Hmm!
    I watched only her eyes for I knew how much her tight clothing revealed and what it did to me.  She looked down at her lacy little shirt I think chicks call a cam-a-saw or something and realized her marks were in full disclosure.  I didn’t have to peek to know.
    Her nose rose as if catching something on the air. I had showered myself and made sure to be clean for her.  My hair still damp, perhaps she was finding my intentional overuse of a heavy musk I like to use.   
    “Rathorth.”
    What?
    “My real name.”
    She was still standing half-naked and staring up at me though the inappropriate entrance was looming in the air.  She asked anyway.
    “So Thorn is a nickname so to speak.  Rathorth.  Did I say it right?”
    She watched my face and commented on my apparent sissified red cheeks.  Can they do that? she asked looking at my face too long.  Crap!  
    “I ’m not hungry right now.”
    Oh!  I thought you said your name was Cassius.
    “Cassius Rathorth.”  Her jumping around thoughts made me a friggin’ jacked up mess.  I wanted to sit her down and move in close to talk.  I shouldn't have come in here.  She should put some clothes on.
    “Last name?”  Who are you?
    “Later.”
    She scoffed and turned her nose up at my denying her.  I think right then I hated most denying her more than anything.
    “Your friends are fine.  They all made it back to their living quarters without any serious injuries.  They think you are safely hidden.  Your brother too.”
    I doubt Calum thinks I am safe.
    I cringed visibly.  My low threshold of apparent jealous rage was on the verge of a meltdown.  I wanted to smack the wall every time she said his name.  I rolled my fist back out so she wouldn't see the reaction. 
    “You listened to me all night?” she accused feigning mortification of her thoughts being invaded and not my reaction to her Hunter boy.  Maybe she couldn’t read me so well. 
    “I can’t help it.  I can block you out some, but your thoughts come to me as easily as my own.”  Yeah, I spent the entire night benching over two hundred plus just to release the killer thoughts she had in her dreams alone.  And she slept very little, but morning came and time was running out.  I didn't want to wait any longer.
    “Then why did I not I hear you all night?”
    I ran my hand down the side of my face rubbing my cheek.  “Actually, you did.  I slipped twice.  Once, when I was thirsty.  And second when you were questioning my motives for taking you last night.”
    This is going to be freaking great.  I can’t even shower without you invading my brain.
    Nor I.  
    Really?   Her too tight breathing picked up noticeably.  She told herself how crazy this all was.  But she was excited visibly.  Of that much I was sure.
    “Um, I can block it for