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for a quick look, she realized with a start that her tormentor was gone. The black hawk had vanished. Oh, thank God! She quickly capped her bottle, wheeled her mount around and kicked Bint into a run.
    And galloped straight into the path of a half-dozen men on camels moving swiftly toward her, the wind filling their cloaks like the wings of death.

Chapter 5
    Through battle, treachery and magic, nearly all the vampire demigods who once flourished in Egypt have been destroyed. Today, only two still live to lead their shemsu —Seth-Aziz and Haru-Re.
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    It was déjà-vu.
    The same bunch of black-clad warriors bore down on Gemma as the day before, but today, they looked twice as terrifying. Especially without Joss and her shotgun at her side. Gemma tamed her fear and pulled up, feeling mouse-small as the disdainful camels thundered up and completely surrounded her little mare. Again no escape.
    Her heart nearly stalled in her chest, but she reminded herself that this was why she’d come. She had sought them out.
    Him , a provoking little voice singsonged in her head.
    Okay, fine. Completely irrational, she’d wanted to see him again. The man in her dreams. The man who had single-handedly compelled this fool’s errand.
    She scanned the circle of men, seeking their leader. And found him, his black eyes studying her with a sinister air of deliberation.
    Her pulse spiked painfully. She swallowed down her rising apprehension, and said, “Thank God I found you!” ignoring the fact that they had in fact found her . “I’m afraid my guide deserted me. I was hoping to…to—”
    To what? The sight of the object of her lust sitting up there on his camel, a man so powerful, so obviously unfettered by the bounds of civilization, even more gorgeous and arrogant than she remembered, sucked out every one of her brain cells. The real reason for her journey became tangled with heated memories of her erotic dreams. Lord. What was she hoping for, here? “Um…”
    His black brows rose.
    â€œâ€”to ask you a few questions about my sister,” she managed to recover her wits enough to say.
    He continued to watch her, the expression on his handsome face hard, emotionless. Silent.
    â€œSince you, um, delivered that note from her,” she went on gamely, “you must know where she is. How she’s doing…” Again her words trailed off. Did he even understand her? Yesterday he’d spoken English. Well, one sentence, anyway. “My sister,” she said in Arabic.
    â€œI know what you meant,” he said, again in flawless English. He glanced at her mare. Then moved his camel forward. Before she knew what was happening, he swept her off her horse and onto his own mount, like she weighed nothing.
    â€œHey!” she squeaked, alarm rushing through her.
    â€œWhat do you think you’re—”
    â€œYou will come with me,” he said, pulling her in front of him on the saddle. One impossibly strong arm banded around her.
    Just as in her dream.
    Except this was all too real.
    â€œWait!” She struggled against his hold. It tightened.
    He made a clicking sound and the camel lurched forward, accelerating into a run, followed in tight formation by the others. Her mare galloped along behind as though on a lead.
    Panic surged through her. “Where are you takingme?” she demanded, still fighting him as best she could.
    â€œMy camp.”
    The rocking gait of the camel pitched her back more firmly against his chest. His other arm came around her. A spill of energy, male and potent, sizzled through her at his touch.
    â€œIs my sister there?” she asked, seeking desperately for a reason for the hijacking.
    Other than the obvious.
    Just as in her dream.
    â€œNo.”
    Somehow, she’d known that. She fought a tremble of terror…and a small tingle of unwilling excitement.
    â€œThis is kidnapping!” she cried, trying to pry herself