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master it in an instant. It was in his DNA. He wasn’t a warrior, he was the warrior, the archetype, and this Casey woman could certainly use his help. Look at the state she’d been in before he’d saved her life. So, he would help her and he would learn. And when they were finished, he would find Nico, and together they would free any of their fellow warriors who remained trapped.
    “I will help you,” he told the woman. “But I will need information. You will brief me, and I will set our strategy.”
    He didn’t exactly get the reaction he’d expected.
    She gave a very unwomanly snort and said, “Yeah, right. I don’t think so, buddy. You’ve been stuck on a roof for a few decades, so I think I’ll take this one. You can be the muscle.”
    The muscle? “Your ignorance is understandable,” he said with forced patience. “You know nothing of me or my time. I am a veritable god of war. My knowledge of such things is unsurpassed.”
    “You were all of those things. Right now, you’re becoming a pain in my ass, and I’m beginning to think you’re more trouble than you’re worth. I like the sword. But I can live without it. So there you go. You’re free. Good-bye.”
    She turned her back on him and started off up the street, cursing under her breath, holding her bloody arm, and limping on one foot.
    Damian frowned. She had powerful enemies. It wasn’t just anyone who could call up hellhounds and force them to do a human’s bidding. And she was a fool to go against them alone when he was willing to assist. But if the foolish woman wanted to fight her battles alone, he was more than willing to have his obligation discharged. She had to say the right words, however, or he could find himself trapped again.
    He caught up with her in a few long strides. “You must say the words.”
    She gave him an irritated glance and kept walking. “I told you. You’re free. Fly away, little birdie.”
    Damian drew himself up to his full height, galled by her dismissive attitude. She should be on her knees begging for his help. He smiled slightly, thinking of other things she could do for him while on her knees. For all her arrogance, she was a desirable female. Tall and lithe, with black hair and deep brown eyes. Too headstrong for his taste, however, and apparently a warrior. He’d never believed women belonged on the battlefield, never thought they had the courage for it, though there had certainly been some who disagreed with him. But in his opinion, women had been good for two things—sex and babies, preferably sons who would someday grow to be great warriors like their father. His mind shied away from those memories almost as soon as he thought them.
    But just as he knew that there had been technological advances in this modern age, so, too, did he know of the social changes. Women now seemed to stand equal with men in almost every arena, but he still preferred his women to be more biddable. Not that he’d had a woman in a very long while. He’d been a silent witness to more sexual encounters than he could remember, but none had brought him any relief.
    In the beginning, when he’d been buried in the dark, when he’d still believed his imprisonment would end quickly, he’d dreamt of what he would do when he was freed. But as the decades, the centuries, and finally the millennia unfolded, he’d resigned himself to his fate. Doing otherwise was more painful than simply accepting his lot. But he’d never forgotten the soft feel of a woman’s body, the sweet fragrance of her perfume as she writhed beneath him.
    With a shock, he found himself becoming erect. His first reaction was relief that he could still function, that his long imprisonment hadn’t taken away his manhood. But hard on that thought was the knowledge that this was not the time or place. He’d find a willing woman soon enough—he’d never had any problem attracting female attention—but first, he had to deal with Casey and this damn