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arms solid and strong. He sank to the
floor and held her against his chest, murmuring things she couldn't quite make
out, but it was comforting nonetheless. She clung to him, quaking.
    "What happened?" Simon asked, closing the
tank and kneeling down next to them. There was concern in his voice, but more
curiosity, a scientific sharpness that she didn't like.
    She couldn't answer at first. Her throat was too dry,
the fear still too vivid. He'd seen her, he'd bloody seen her. It shouldn't
have happened, shouldn’t be possible, according to Simon.
    She forced herself to speak for Dom's benefit more
than Simon's. "I think I found the Slasher."
    "Tell me what happened." Dom eased them both
upright, still holding onto her, stroking her wet hair. "Take your
time."
    She was hotly aware of their bodies pressed together,
of the fact that she was soaking wet and dressed only in a swimming costume. He
stroked her back with one hand, playing with her sopping wet hair with the
other. The only man she'd been close to in recent years was Dylan, and the
feeling of Dom's hands on her was a revelation.
      A thin,
inappropriate thread of arousal ran through her, her nipples hardening against
his chest, and she was torn between clinging tighter to him and moving away.
    The sexual reaction was a convenient distraction from
her panic, and she focused on quelling it, shifting away from Dom with an
apology for getting him wet. Simon offered her a towel and once she was wrapped
in that, shivering from cold and missing Dom's embrace, she explained,
describing the man and his house as well as she could. "I know it was
Shoreditch," she said, "but I've no idea where."
    "And you say he saw you?" Simon asked.
"Can you be certain of that?"
    She nodded. There was no mistaking it. "He looked
right at me – he tried to grab me."
    "Keira," Dom said carefully, "are you
sure?"
    "It was him, Dom. I know it. He knew I was there
somehow. I don't know how." She glanced at Simon. "After he attacked
me, it formed this bond between us, didn't it? That's what started my OBEs.
Well, doesn't it make sense that the connection would run both ways? That he's
tied to me as much as I'm tied to him?"
    Simon spread his hands. "That's outside my area
of expertise," he confessed, "but I can't say it's impossible. We
still know so little about how the human mind works."
    Dom released her with a sigh. "I need to get down
to the police station," he said, "see if I can do anything with this
information. Keira, what do you want to do?"
    She knew what she should do – go home and try once
again to put all this behind her. Remove herself from
all this weirdness and potential danger. Mark her essays, plan her lessons, and
get on with her life. She stared at Dom, already missing the warmth and comfort
of his embrace, missing what might happen between them if she stayed.
    "I'll head back to my hotel," she said.
"I could do with a nap after all that excitement." She managed a
feeble smile.
    Dom shook his head. "You can stay at my place.
I'll feel better knowing you're somewhere safe."
            She shivered, not from cold
now. "The hotel's safe," she said in objection.
    "Humor me, Keira, okay?"
    She gave in without a fight.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Dom's house was a proper bachelor pad – cupboard full
of instant noodles and microwave meals, living room full of boys' toys –
hi-tech entertainment system, lots of DVDs on sports, crime, and cars. Keira
wandered around, feeling slightly guilty at her unabashed nosiness, but
enjoying herself nonetheless. She should call Dylan, she knew. She should
assure him she was okay and coming home soon. They'd spoken briefly last night,
but it seemed like a long time ago now.
    On the other hand, he had her number. He could ring
her if he wanted. In the meantime, she was happy to sit in Dom's house, drink
his coffee, and wait for him to come home. She had no idea if he'd be able to
use the information she'd given him. The police couldn't