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on that familiar feeling. It was him. It was her Beast.
    Grinning and feeling giddy despite her rather depressing circumstances, she kept her eyes tightly shut and tried to locate him. She had long ago learned to trust her instincts, and they told her that she belonged to this strange dragon-man hybrid. Somehow, someway, their paths were destined to cross. He might have appeared to her in a dream, but he had come to her now in the flesh.
    Body thrumming and heart racing, she finally located him. He was like a bright pulsing dot on a radar screen, his very aura slamming against hers like a sonar ping. Fainter but just as nasty as ever was the presence of the Mind Miner. Ivy opened her thoughts to the creepy woman who had tormented her for more than twenty days and felt the most unexpected sensation—sheer delight. The old bat was absolutely thrilled that Beast had arrived.
    Ivy feared that she was being held captive to lure and trap Beast here, but he was far wiser and too battle-hardened to do something so stupid. He wouldn’t walk into a trap without a plan to get them both out. It was silly of her to put so much faith in a man she had never even met in real life, but he was her only chance of surviving and escaping. She believed in him.
    But, my God, the poor man was in a world of hurt at the moment. Her entire body ached and tingled. She could feel the pressure of punches and kicks slamming into her back and belly, but her Beast seemed to be consciously trying to sever the bond between them so she wouldn’t feel the full brunt of the brutal assault. To protect me…
    The fighting seemed to go on and on and on. When it finally stopped, she had tears running down her face. Beast had been defeated, but she had a sneaking suspicion he had allowed the people holding her captive to best him. Surely there had to be an easier way to gain access to her than letting a group of armed men beat the shit out of him, but he appeared to like doing things the hard way.
    A short time later, the heavy door at the end of the cell block clanged and banged as it opened. Loud grunts and furious cursing, plus the sound of dragging feet, gave her all the clues she needed to fill in the blanks. Considering how big Beast appeared in her dreams, in real life he would be one hell of a monstrously sized man. It wouldn’t be easy to haul him anywhere, even with all the manpower guarding the old prison.
    When she got her first glimpse of Beast, her heart fluttered wildly. She couldn’t see his face because his head hung low as he was dragged down the corridor, but that didn’t matter. He had made such an impression on her in their shared dreams that she easily recreated his handsome face from memory. While the strong edge to his jaw made him look dangerous, the seemingly perpetual lift to the corners of his sexy mouth gave him an approachable, friendly air. He reminded her of the jocks she saw around campus, all brawn and teasing smiles. There was a rugged appeal to him, especially with those thick, muscular arms and a chest that made her want to cuddle in close and share his heat.
    Seeing him now, all naked and sweaty from his valiant fight, did wild things to her body. A primal burst of lust and need exploded within her. She caught his scent as the cell door was flung open. All her life, she had been more aware of smells than the average person, and tonight was no different. She had no trouble picking out the woodsy scent of him beneath the blood and sweat.
    With a series of growls and a storm of cursing, the guards finally managed to toss Beast into the cell. He hit the stone floor hard and didn’t move. Fear gripped her. Was he dead? Was he fatally injured? He didn’t even move when a pair of shorts and a T-shirt were thrown at him.
    Afraid the guards would zap her if she moved too close, she waited until the cell door had been locked to scuttle toward Beast, but the damned chains hooked to the cuffs on her ankles and wrists didn’t have