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hold your big sword, Darius? She had to stifle a giggle. Thank the Goddess he can’t hear my thoughts.
    “All ready?” Moira asked as she started up the Jeep.
    “Yes.” Darius brushed her shoulder with his as he sat back, and she inhaled a scented gust of warmth from his jacket.
    Sabrina turned her face before he noticed how much she enjoyed it. She let her gaze drift out her window, hoping the drive home would be quick so she could get away from Darius’s sensual allure.
    They left the town and headed across the railroad tracks, bumping over two sets of them laid side by side. Her gaze followed them where they merged together in a synchronicity of rails and ties. Sabrina wondered if her life would ever find such a connection, the perfect blending of two life-lines into one continuous path.
    She laughed silently at herself. Not likely after Tommy.
    She turned her head just enough to glance at Darius’s noble profile.
    And not likely with this peacock, either. He’s a player and the Fae’s minion. Definitely not husband material.
    Sabrina tried to ignore the flare of pain from her burned belly. Why am I even thinking of husbands? Marty Robinson must have rubbed off on me after his last threat. She sighed and closed her eyes. A woman needs a husband like a zebra needs a frying pan.
     
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    Darius heard Sabrina sigh and experienced two equally strong and conflicting emotions. His balls tightened up in lust at the same time as concern burned through him for her well-being.
    Damnation, Winterbourne, don’t get so attached to this little witch. Just get her to do her job and forget her.
    But he didn’t like her experiencing pain and his anger still simmered at the other woman’s clumsiness. Sabrina had almost died, nearly ruining the task he’d been sent to accomplish. The Summer Court would arrive in six days and if she'd stayed on the other side of the bridge…
    The drive to her home continued in silence and they turned up a short driveway after no more than a few minutes. Sabrina’s lavender eyes opened when they stopped, but her expression held exhaustion. Darius stomped on a surge of anger as they exited the vehicle. I have no business feeling sorry for her. She accused me of engineering the accident. Despite his indignation, Darius hurried around the Jeep to help Sabrina out. She took his hand, but she refused his offer to carry her. He tried to ignore his disappointment.
    When she tried to pull out of his grip, he tightened it, giving her a stable point on the slippery ground. At least, that’s what he told himself.
    The door to her home opened and a young, plump woman gasped in dismay when she spotted Sabrina hobbling up the walk.
    “Oh , my God! What happened?”
    “It’s okay, Matilda,” Sabrina soothed, but Darius caught her swaying.
    “She got burned and hit her head. She needs to rest.” Darius helped Sabrina past the fluttering woman and into the house.
    The scents of vanilla and pine flowed around him and soothed some of his concern. Pine boughs tied with golden ribbons decorated some of the flat surfaces around the main room, and warm light gilded the comfortable furniture. Warm, earthy colors filled Sabrina’s home and small toys lay strewn about the throw rugs.
    “ Oh, my God. Is she going to be all right? There’s blood in her hair!”
    Matild a’s voice had reached a screech just as they rounded a corner into the living room where a little girl dressed in a purple shirt with a big yellow daisy emblazoned on it played with dolls. When she saw her mother, she jumped up and squealed, “Mommy!”
    “Hi, Holly.” Sabrina’s smile wavered. “Can you help Mommy get to bed?”
    “Why is there blood in your hair?”
    “Is there? I must need to wash it.”
    “Who’s he?”
    The child eyed Darius, her expression guarded. She assessed him like one would examine a feral animal.
    “He’s…” Sabrina grimaced. “Too difficult to explain.”
    “I’m here to help your mommy because