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me?”
    “For you, I will. For her, no.” He nodded at the woman now sitting cross-legged on her bed glaring at the two of them.
    “Don’t feel bad at having been fooled by her. She’s developed her abilities out of a need to protect herself. She’s been hunted for a long time. Survival is something we all understand.”
    Oh crap. He studied Tia. “Someone is really after her?”
    “Potentially, more than one someone. That’s why I need to know if Simone is safe.” Stefan’s voice dropped. “Or if she’s involved.”
    Dean turned to him in surprise. “I wondered at that possibility. I’m surprised it didn’t occur to her.”
    “She’ll avoid thinking it. She’s alone in the world. She’s got no support system, and she’s been on the run for a long time. She’s survived and for that, she’s done amazingly well.”
    Dean hated to hear she’d had such a tough life. Everyone deserved to have someone.
    “I’ll go,” he said abruptly. “At least we can make sure this Simone is okay. Finding out if she’s involved will likely take much longer.”
    “Maybe.” Stefan turned as if to leave. “First things first.”
    “And you have her address, I presume?”
    “Yep, managed to read Tia’s mind when she was worrying about how to find out if Simone was safe as she dialed the phone.” Stefan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notepad. He quickly jotted the address down. “Here.”
    Dean took the paper and read the address. He knew the area. Not a slum but definitely in the lower income part of town. “She might have sold Tia out.”
    “Yes,” Stefan said. “She might have.”

Chapter 5

    S he wasn’t going to stay. No way. Stefan might be a little better on the energy stuff than she was – that doorway thing he did was freaking awesome. She needed to learn that trick. The easiest way was to learn how to diffuse it. Now that she had no cop standing guard, maybe she could try. She’d watched the cop and Stefan walk through his energy field. Could hear their muted voices matching the retreating footsteps.
    He hadn’t let her out but had let others in and out.
    Like, what the hell? She was the one who needed to be safe. Not to be kept safe.
    Of course that was a fine distinction and maybe only one in the eyes of the beholder. But how did that difference matter to energy? She studied the doorway, wishing she could see the colors better. Color edged the wood and hinges, but was fuzzy. It wasn’t clear enough to see what Stefan had done.
    It was effective though.
    A nurse came to the door. “How are we feeling this morning?”
    Tia glared at her. What the hell was with the we ? Was the nurse locked up in a mental ward? No. Only Tia was. So what the hell kind of answer did she expect?
    Then she brightened. There was food here, hospital food. It likely sucked big time, but it was food and she’d be on the run soon enough. She needed sustenance.
    She smiled at the woman, noting the relief on her face that Tia might actually be reasonable, and said, “I’m hungry. Could I get something to eat please?”
    “Oh dear. It’s hours until breakfast.” The nurse looked doubtful. “The doctor says you’re only allowed clear liquids on first awakening.”
    “Exactly,” Tia said in a plaintive voice. “And I’m hungry now. Toast? Jam? Juice? A muffin?” she appealed to the nurse. She couldn’t remember when she’d eaten last. “Surely there’s something I could have.”
    On cue her stomach rumbled loudly enough for the woman to hear.
    “Oh goodness. You are hungry.”
    “I don’t think I’ve eaten in a long time,” Tia added thoughtfully. And that was no lie.
    “I’ll contact the doctor and see what he suggests.” The nurse bustled off.
    Tia didn’t remember if there’d been food at Simone’s to eat or not. Seemed like she’d been running for days.
    After eating she needed to see what was going on at this hospital. There was a guard changing soon or had it already