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weren’t you, Tia?”
    “I want to leave – now!” The slender woman in the bed glared at him. “What happened and why am I here? And where is here?”
    The questions and words slid out so fast Dean had trouble understanding what she was saying.
    “Where were you when I was in here earlier?” he asked.
    “You never left so there was no earlier,” she snapped, still glaring up at Stefan. “And you haven’t answered my questions.”
    Stefan sat down on the side of the bed and reached for her hand. “You’re in a hospital. In the psych ward for examinations.”
    Her gaze widened in shock. She searched the room frantically as if looking for a way out.
    And that’s when Dean noticed she was fully dressed.
    “When the hell did you get clothes on and from where?” he growled. Damn he’d been played the fool by this slip of a girl, and it was pissing him off. How the hell had she done that?
    “Easy.” Stefan restrained Tia. “You need to stay here for a little bit.”
    “Hell no.” She twisted out of his grasp and rolled to the opposite side of the bed and bolted off before either man could get to her.
    Dean grinned. He liked the spitfire for her spirit but she’d made a fool of him once. Like hell she was going to do it again. He stepped in front of her and reached out to grab her.
    Only she wasn’t there.
    She’d disappeared right in front of his eyes. As in here one moment and gone the next. Like, what the hell?

Chapter 4

    T ia stepped sideways out of Dean’s grasp and slid toward the door. She was almost there. Almost free. Once out in the hallway she could make a run for it. Get away. She’d done it before. She could do it again.
    The door slammed shut just as she reached out, and it clicked locked.
    Shit. She yanked on the handle and tried to turn the lock. It wouldn’t budge. Returning her energy back to normal, she spun around and glared at Stefan. “Not fair.”
    But he sat on the bed where he’d been and raised an eyebrow, his gaze only slightly amused. “If you’re going to play with energy, then I will too.”
    She stomped past the guard and threw herself onto the bed, showing herself again. She couldn’t afford to waste energy. “I don’t have to do whatever you want me to do.”
    “What? Stay alive?” Now there was real amusement in his tone. “All I want to do is help you. I thought we understood that already.”
    “That was before you set me up.”
    “How did I do that?” he asked curiously. “I planned to meet you as arranged, and when I got there you were under attack. I thought I helped then.”
    She stared at him. “You didn’t send the assassin?”
    “No.” His eyebrows shot up and his gaze sharpened. “Were you targeted? As in this wasn’t a random attack?”
    “There was nothing random about that man. He, or one of his cohorts, has been after me for years. A decade by now. I figured you’d betrayed me.”
    “Did you consider your attacker might have been tracking your phone?” Dean asked. “Your money and movements.”
    She turned to stare at the man she’d outfoxed twice. “No money and no phone until recently.”
    She felt his startled response but was already turning back to Stefan, her gaze locking on his, wishing she could read him. She’d never seen him before, but he was a legend. She knew others had insight into his character, but it wasn’t the same as knowing for sure herself.
    “I didn’t betray you,” Stefan said quietly. “I wouldn’t.”
    And damn if his energy didn’t match his words. Strong, clean, unwavering in a beautiful white. He was sincere. Her shoulders slumped. “If not you, who?”
    He reached over and picked up her hand. “Anyone know where you were going to be?”
    “Simone. She helped me set up the meet. But she wouldn’t have betrayed me. She couldn’t. But…” she turned a horrified gasp to Stefan, “someone might have coerced her. She told me there’d been an intruder and to run.” Her lower lip trembled.