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    He didn’t open his eyes, didn’t even flinch. She fled into her small bedroom at the back of the cottage and shuffled through her dresser. What to do? She was pretty damn sure he wasn’t human, if her body’s reaction was any indication. Yet, he obviously needed help, help she couldn’t give. Why couldn’t she be normal? For once in her damn life, why couldn’t she know peace and quiet?
    Clutching a t-shirt and jeans to her chest, she raced into the living room. Devon still lay upon the couch, eyes closed, silent. Ellie knelt beside him.
    “Here.” She held out the clothing.
    Devon flinched, obviously startled by her appearance. The confused look in his blue gaze didn’t bode well. Did he even know where he was? How he had ended up on her couch?
    She flipped open the cell, her hand trembling. “You dress and I’ll call an ambulance.”
    “Ambulance?” he rasped, his hands trembling as he picked up the garments.
    “Yeah, you know, a doctor.”
    She turned her back to him, giving the man at least a moment of privacy. But from the corner of her eye, she watched him pull the jeans over his slim hips. Although muscled, really muscled, he was lean. Almost as if he hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks. Clutching the t-shirt in his fist, he fell back against the sofa. “I need… to rest a moment. Please,” he said. “I merely…”
    She lifted the phone, intending to dial when a shiver of unease raced over her skin. Ellie froze. The entire world faded, the only thing grounding her was her own beating heart. For a brief moment, she floated in a dark world, alone. The change was coming, she could only hope that it was nothing too bizarre this time.
    “What’s wrong?”
    Devon’s words jerked her back into reality. Awareness rushed through Ellie, a powerful surge of energy that had her swaying on her feet. It was there, lurking within her body. She blinked her eyes wide. The room seemed brighter. Every sound louder. Her skin tingled with an odd awareness that didn’t exactly feel pleasant. Slowly she curled her fingers, feeling the strange desire to move, run, punch, do something, anything.
    “What is it?” Devon had managed to move and stood in front of her, the t-shirt covering his muscled chest, sweat trailing down his face as if the steps from the sofa to where she stood had been too much exercise.
    Feeling oddly off balance, Ellie slumped against the wall. How could she explain? “Nothing…I just…”
    A whisper of cold air raced through the room. The curtains that hung behind the sofa fluttered suspiciously. No windows were open, the door securely closed. What was happening?
    “Holy hell,” Ellie whispered.
    She’d felt the sensation before…the cold chills, the prickle of awareness… the thought that perhaps there was a ghost nearby. But never had she been positive. Never had she had the sudden urge to destroy a spirit. At the same exact time, she and Devon jerked their heads left. A dark form wavered in and out of focus near the kitchen.
    “Crap!” She curled her hands, resisting the urge to surge toward the spirit.
    Devon spun around, shoving her into the wall, his rapid breath warm on her face. “What are you?” He’d moved so fast, she’d blinked and practically missed him.
    “W…what am I?” More like what the hell was he ? “The better question is what are you! She shoved her palms into his chest. “You’re quite spry for a man on his death bed!”
    He grabbed her shoulders in a stinging grip. “What do you see? There, by the kitchen?” His blue eyes were fierce with determination. A hunter, a predator, he would not relent. Instead of feeling afraid, she had the urge to slam her fist into his handsome face.
    She glanced toward the ghost, shimmering and dancing near her refrigerator. “Umm, nothing?”
    Devon shook her so hard, her head slammed against the wall, momentarily blinding her with pain. “Try again, love.”
    Anger swept through her in a red wave. She reached