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himself he turned and headed in the direction the men had gone. Hannah was in trouble. How much and how deep remained to be seen. Only Stefan was right. She’d gone to him for help and in turn, Stefan had come to him. It was against the code to not do what he could do. And the repercussion of not helping could be brutal.
    Mother Nature was temperamental at any time, but ignoring something like this – yeah then she was a vindictive bitch.
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    No. Damn it. He studied the vision in front of him. Her. As always – at his mercy. She’d been alone all this time. Now to see her no longer alone… So fast… And under his radar…
    Not that there was more than a wisp of energy. But it was enough for him to recognize.
    Unbelievable. How had she done that? She couldn’t have done this on her own. He knew that. It wasn’t possible. He’d pretty well shot her ability to do anything on her own by now. What use was a pawn if it was allowed to toddle off on its own?
    And toddle was a good word for her. She was a child. A gifted child sure, but those gifts would die shriveled up inside. She had no idea of her power.
    Keeping her alone and isolated helped to control her. He paused to consider. There was more energy around her right now. Foreign energy. Powerful energy.
    There was the sense of something else involved. An old enemy. Was it possible? Not that he was enemy material any longer. That man was a menace, but he was not as strong as he could be. He had diversified his abilities over the years. Became a do-gooder. Instead of staying focused on the goal, he’d let his energy split off – weaken. Well, he hadn’t made that mistake himself. Sure he’d had a few sideways journeys and a few setbacks, but they were minor to the rest of his progress.
    He’d made it this far. Like hell they were going after Hannah – she was his.
    And always had been.

Chapter 5

    “I know you’re not sleeping. You might fool your father but never will you fool me,” Will said in a flat tone of voice. “You’re a child in this world. And every time I see you, I keep thinking that one day you’ll grow up, but twenty-five years old and you’re still acting like a two-year-old.”
    She swallowed hard. Damn it. He was good at that. Cutting her down, demoralizing her, making her feel like that two-year-old he seemed to think she was. Not fair. But he had that power over her. Something she’d hoped to escape. To get stronger so one of these times she’d be able to fight him off.
    Or to stay hidden long enough for him to turn his attention to someone else. She’d been the mouse to his feline brand of torment for a long time now. She didn’t know why he bothered. Couldn’t he find someone else to play with before moving in for the kill? At that she froze.
    Was he moving in for the kill on her?
    Was this the last straw and her father was fed up? Going to do something on a more permanent basis? Lock her up in a home? A fancy hospital? Sign her off to Will in marriage? Then she’d really be in trouble. The thought made her gag then choke. She sat up on the bed, gasping as the horror of such a life clutched at her.
    That sent her into a paroxysm of coughing. Finally the frantic gasping for air eased, and she leaned back wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes. She reached for the leftover juice and drank it down hoping to clear her throat.
    Then she opened her gaze as if first catching sight of Will. With her hand to her aching chest from the bout of coughing, she gasped as if in surprise. “Will?”
    “Yes.” He walked closer. “Are you sick? Or injured? That was a bad cough.”
    She groaned and leaned back. “No idea. I feel like shit.”
    “Should have come home then, shouldn’t you?”
    Not much she could say to that. “If I’d wanted to go home, I would have,” she said, letting her head roll to the side. “I’m so damn tired.”
    “You’ll get plenty of rest where you’re going,” Will said sharply. “We can’t let