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her.
    Ray jerked his head, cast her quick questioning glance and faced forward again, intent on the road—he obviously hadn’t seen Griffin’s near caress or he’d have hit the roof. “Everything okay over there?”
    “Sure,” she croaked and shifted in her seat.
    She didn’t understand what was happening to her. It’d be best to change plans and get away from them. Now. Today. But it was too early.
    If she left, she’d go home. Her mom would ask why she’d failed her task, why she hadn’t ripped away Ray and Griffin’s powers.
    “Stop the damn car. Now.” The guttural growl made her pant. She couldn’t even breathe.
    Ray slammed on the brakes and she rocked forward against her seatbelt.
    A door slammed and Griffin strode from the car. She didn’t have a choice but to stare at his jean-clad, fine ass as he walked away. That reaction, the heaviness in her breasts, the ache in her pussy, those were what she wanted when she stared at Neil’s ass. But instead, she had that reaction for the man she planned on destroying. She rubbed her hands over the tops of her legs, straightening her jeans, still unable to rip her gaze away from Griffin Cinder.
    Thunderclouds gathered overhead and it darkened around them.
    Ray yelled to Griffin as they pulled past. “I’ll ask Susan to pick you up.”
    Lips curled, Griffin stared at Astrid, but his expression held such pain, she blinked. His potent stare bored into her and she itched everywhere. Her hair clung to her neck and she shoved it aside. Her shirt stretched across her chest and rubbed against her stiffened nipples. Urges rocked through her. Gripping her knees, she concentrated on remaining perfectly still, afraid that if she moved, she’d jump out, push Griffin to the ground and taste his skin.
    The SUV peeled away and the image of lust-filled eyes followed her.

Chapter Three
     
    “And here’s the room you can use to clean up. They’re bringing your things from the camp, but if you need something, that chest of drawers has a bunch of sizes in it. This is a room we keep prepared for people who come to us for help.” The woman named Clarissa, all put together in designer clothes—similar to a line Astrid had helped develop—had a kind smile that nearly put Astrid at ease.
    Still. Talents shouldn’t come to CTF for help. Not if they stripped people of their powers. She couldn’t let her guard down, even if this woman seemed nice enough.
    “That’s kind of you.” Astrid stared out the glass windows that took up the entire outside wall of the small suite. It looked as nice as any business-catered hotel chain, except the door she assumed would lock her in.
    “That’s what we do. Take care of para-talents. If you want, everything you need for a shower is in the bathroom, and there’s the phone. I’m sure your mother would like to hear from you soon. How about you come down to the kitchen when you’re done? I’ll find you something to eat. You remember where that is?”
    It was a large mansion, but she remembered the layout. Not only had she been given a short tour, but she’d studied the map Neil had given her, after all.
    “I do.” They really weren’t going to lock her in? They’d picked her up in the forest, part of a camp of people who plotted against them, and now they said they wanted her to get comfortable and stay safe. Even if they considered Helen Collins a friend, it didn’t make sense—not if they were out-of-control vigilantes.
    “Good. How does pasta sound? I think I could eat a vat of it. I’m starved.”
    Astrid nearly said, “I have no idea where you’d put it.” But she clamped down on her tongue to keep the friendly teasing in as Clarissa left. Astrid wasn’t here to get to know these people. Or, offend the woman if she couldn’t take a backward compliment.
    The bathroom was larger than the one she shared with her mother at home. The claw-foot tub invited her to linger, but the standup shower would get her in and out