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cocked her head to the side, not totally buying that he trusted her, but not pulling her hand away, either.
    “It’s difficult to predict what will upset others,” he continued. “People fear what is different, what they don’t understand.
     And what they don’t understand, they don’t believe.”
    She shot him a thoughtful look. “Are you talking about your visions? Are you saying that we don’t believe in them the way
     you do?”
    “That’s really the core of the problem.” He released her hand and stroked his fingertips up and down her arm, his touch feather
     light. “Because if your people believed me, they’d marshal every resource to fight the Unari Tribes.”
    The guy was complicated, fascinating, and determined. She tipped up her glass, sipped the last of her wine, then rested her
     hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. “My brother believes you.”
    He held her gaze, the gray in his eyes darkening. “Do you?”
    She didn’t look away, but her stomach fluttered. “My brother has an inherent faith that goes beyond what he can see, taste,
     and touch. I’m a bit more hands-on. I like proof. I’m cautious.”
    Yet she was leaning into his chest, her fingers inching over his shoulders to his neck, enjoying the feel of him. She couldn’t
     seem to help herself.
    “Aren’t you curious?” Rion asked, his voice low and husky.
    “About what?” All his muscles bunching between her fingertips had a way of distracting her as much as his sexy tone.
    “Other worlds.” He stared at her mouth, and she could have sworn she felt the heat. “Wouldn’t you like to use the transporter?”
    He tangled his finger in a lock of her hair, and she cuddled into him, the movement feeling natural and right. As much as
     she enjoyed having him here, she sympathized with his eagerness to go home. “I’m sorry you’re so worried about your family
     and friends. But we can’t risk all of our safety by opening the portal. Surely you can understand that?”
    “That’s not all I understand.” Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her against his broad chest, his eyes searching hers.
     “That’s not all I want.”

She saw herself mirrored in his eyes and knew she was desired.
    —L ADY G UINEVERE
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    O h, God. Rion was about to kiss her. She could see the hunger in his gray eyes. The tension in his neck that held him rock
     steady.
    Was she going to kiss him?
    It wasn’t every day that Marisa could have all that male sizzle wrapped around her. Hell, she wasn’t dead—and that’s what
     she’d have to be, not to appreciate Rion’s attractiveness, or the power in his ripped muscles. But what really drew her in
     was the purposefulness beneath the suave charm. Rion was a doer. Passionate about his cause and his people.
    She raised her gaze from his long, calloused fingers to his shoulders that were as broad as the English Channel, to his fascinating
     lips, to his bold gray eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce straight to her core.
    “Kiss me,” he demanded, his voice a sexy rumble.
    There was nothing safe about his request. Nothing safe about the way she felt, all jumbled raw nerves, all excited and eager
     to take a risk. And Rion was Lucan’s friend, honorable and trustworthy. Besides, she’d never felt desire this powerful. The
     combination of his rugged good looks and the heat radiating from his body was sweeping her away in a perfect storm.
    She let her fingers drift over his commanding shoulders to the cords on the back of his neck and threaded them into his thick
     hair. Then ever so slowly, she tugged his head down, until she could distinguish tiny flecks of dark green in his gray eyes.
    Stomach clenching in delicious anticipation, she rose on her tiptoes, leaned toward all his magnetic male hardness. Another
     inch. And then his lips met hers.
    His mouth brushed hers with a soft, teasing graze that left her aching and craving far more. Parting her mouth, she used the
     tip of