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the blonde man after many moments of Trevor and I staring at each other in silence. Trevor blinked his eyes and shook his head.
    “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He seemed to get ahold of himself while I still held onto his arm for dear life. “She needs some food, something easy to digest. And some clean clothes. And some water for pain pills.” The men all filed out to get what he requested and it was silent in the bedroom once more.
    “I’m sorry,” he said again, leaning over me.
    “Don’t be. It’s nice to feel cared for,” I whispered back, the butterflies in my stomach now doing acrobatics.
    “I do care,” he said gruffly, and then he cleared his throat and moved away from me to pull some things out of the first aid kit. Neither of us spoke as he was cleaning and bandaging my burns. I stared at him as he worked over me, breathing in his smell and wondering why I felt so strongly about him. He was a werewolf, and I suspected the other men were, too. This should have scared me to death, especially after what I had just experienced at the hands of my captors. But as he worked I realized that the true animals were those cowards that had abducted and hurt me. Trevor and these other men were heroes. If it wasn’t for them I’d still be in that hole. Trevor was good and kind. I wondered what the story was of how he had become this way, but I didn’t think there was anything he could tell me that would change the way I was beginning to feel about him. I had seen his true nature and character, and he was more beautiful on the inside than he was on the outside, as impossible as that seemed.
    “All done,” he said an hour or so later, after he had checked my entire body for other injuries and patched me up. I leaned up on my elbows again as he was reaching for some supplies on the bed next to me and his hand grazed the underside of my breast and we both stopped in shock. I felt his touch as a bolt of heat straight to my core and my nipples pebbled through the towel. His eyes focused on my nipples and his breath hitched. I shivered at his response.
    “Trevor,” I whispered and he looked quickly into my eyes and then down to my lips. He slowly, oh so slowly leaned toward me and I waited for his soft lips to touch mine. When I felt his breath reach my lips I closed my eyes, and that is when he pulled back and stood up quickly.
    “Michael’s coming with your food,” he said quietly as he packed up the first aid kit. Without looking at me again, he walked out of the room as the blonde man walked in.
    “Hey Meredith, I’m Michael,” the blonde man said as he put a bowl of broth on the nightstand next to me along with a glass of water. He dragged a wooden chair in from the living room and sat down beside the bed.
    “It’s not very exciting, I’m afraid. But I suspect you haven’t eaten much in the last few days so we don’t want you to get sick,” he continued, handing me the bowl and a spoon, and then covering me with the blanket and propping me up with pillows.
    “Thank you, Michael,” I said to him and then took a sip of the broth. At the first taste of it on my tongue I realized how famished I was and I just tipped the bowl up and drank it straight down until it was empty.
    “Okay then,” Michael said dryly as he took the empty bowl from me and I laughed softly, embarrassed.
    “Sorry, I’m just really hungry.”
    “Don’t be sorry. We like to see women eat around here,” he said with a sweet smile and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He handed me a white pill and the glass of water and I swallowed it without asking what it was. “For your pain,” he said. Then he handed me a clean t-shirt and turned his back while I slipped it over my head.
    “How well do you know Trevor?” I couldn’t help asking him when I was settled. I figured I could think about my capture and relive the nightmare or I could try and find out a little bit more about the man I was quickly becoming very attached