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across a room or to hear intimate moments he’d rather not know about
    She laughed, a small giggle in her chest that finally made it out of her mouth. He stared down at her. Had the woman lost her mind?
    “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to do anything about it except laugh. I mean, gee, I’d be dead, but the guy trying to kill me happens to be bad at handling his gun.”
    “Personally, I’m thrilled about the happenstance. I have you beneath me, it’s likely that psycho with the gun is not going to hit us, and I get to act all manly showing off my magical skills.”
    She rubbed her nose. “Psycho with the gun? Is that a technical term?”
    “You tell me. You’re the doctor.”
    “Damek.” Cyrus’s voice rang out into the evening. “We’re here. Whoever had the gun is gone. Rekkus and the wolves are trying to chase the scent. You’re safe. You can come out.”
    Damek stood, not wanting to lose her warmth, but he couldn’t stay exactly where he was for the rest of his life. One way or another, he had to move on. At least from this small event.
    He held out his hand and helped her up. She really was a tiny thing. He could wrap her up in his arms and carry her off to some place safe, where nothing like this could ever happen again.
    Only this was real life, and that would likely never happen.
    She leaned up and kissed him on his lips.
    He forgot to breathe as he rubbed the side of her face with his thumb. Damek had been kissed many times in his life. Yet none had ever stolen his soul like that one did.
    He couldn’t move, and like a dummy, he didn’t kiss her back. Zoe. Zoe. Zoe . He tried to remind himself of his wife. It didn’t help. Only Amelia mattered at that moment, and the place where he’d stored his frozen heart thawed. He should feel awful about that. He should hate himself. But he didn’t because all that he could feel in the universe was the heat coming off Amelia.
    She stepped back. “Look, I’m sorry I keep coming on to you. Think of that as the last time. It’s a thank you. Okay?”
    Cyrus ran toward them. “They’re searching for him. They’ll find him. I can promise you of this.” He glared at them. “Amelia, are you okay?”
    “I am.” She nodded and smiled. “I assume this eliminates me as a suspect in whatever danger is coming?”
    Cyrus sighed loudly. “I’m afraid until we know more about what’s going on, we have to reserve judgment. Myron isn’t usually this vague in her predictions. Please, bear with us. Damek will stay with you until we know.”
    “Absolutely.” She nodded and walked toward the Haus.
    Damek turned toward Cyrus. “They were firing at her. She’s not the bad guy.”
    “Unless the whole thing was faked.”
    Damek wanted to argue, but Cyrus continued.
    “If you’d seen what I’ve seen, you wouldn’t discount that idea. I want to believe she’s free from blame too. She was desperate to get here, and perhaps we can help her find solace from her pain. That’s what I want. But our first priority is safety.”
    “Right.”
    Damek understood Cyrus’s point. However, his only objective from that moment forward was keeping Amelia alive so he could do something about his new feelings. Cyrus and Rekkus could worry about everyone else. Amelia belonged to him. His cock hardened at the thought.
    He’d already let one woman down. It wouldn’t happen again.

    Dinner tasted delicious, but all Damek could focus on was the way food traveled from the fork into Amelia’s mouth. Then her lips closed around the instrument, and for three brief seconds they pursed.
    Wow. He rubbed his forehead. When had she become an obsession?
    “Not eating?” Rekkus sat down next to him. “What’s the matter with the vegan stew tonight? Too salty?”
    “Is it vegan?” He looked down. He hadn’t taken a bite, not even one.
    Rekkus looked between the tables, following Damek’s gaze to where Amelia sat with the other humans. “You have it hard up.”
    “I do.” Why hide it?