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    “I haven’t caught my breath long enough to call up my beast for healing.”   That sounds so much better than I’ve been too petrified of falling off this mountain to calm down long enough to call up my beast power.  
    She’d wasted her breath.  
    Storm had the ability to tell if she was lying and that answer had barely skated near the truth, but rather than call her on the lie, he said, “Let go of the tree and heal your wounds while I hold you.”  
    Before Storm, she’d trusted only two people—Tzader and Quinn, Beladors who were like brothers to her.  
    Storm held a place in her heart that no one else had ever claimed and no other man ever would. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder, curving into him as she released her other hand, hissing at the pain.  
    He muttered something darker than his last curse and started chanting softly in his native Navajo language.  
    As soon as she relaxed, she got busy calling up the beast energy that flowed through her body, repairing the shoulder muscles first, purging her body of the poison from the demon bite, then sealing the cuts on her hands and the torn skin on her belly. Her shoulder and hands would still hurt for a while, but she’d be able to function.  
    When he kissed her temple, she realized he’d stopped chanting. He held her tightly for a moment then eased up and asked, “Ready now?”  
    “Definitely.”  
    “Push up on my shoulder to get started.”  
    Going up was only slightly less terrifying than sliding down, but she kept her eyes on the rock and the rope. She had to get back over the fence, but thankfully, half way back the incline leveled out enough for her to move faster. When she finally reached actual level ground, she released the rope. Storm had tied it to an observation post where people could look through mounted binoculars.  
    She hurried ahead toward the platform where the cable car had parked, but Storm appeared right beside her just as she started to clear the fence enclosing the platform area.  
    Storm caught her good arm and pulled her around. “Whatever it is will wait, and must be long dead since I didn’t see anyone or anything on my way to you and nothing is out here causing havoc.”  
    Too tired to argue and thankful to see Storm again, she let him draw her into his arms. But how had he ended up here at this moment? “How did you—”  
    “I’m done waiting for this.”  He covered her mouth in a hungry kiss, taking her under so fast she drowned in the feel of him.  
    What a way to go.  
    Her body revved up and she’d love to snap her fingers and land in their bed, even if it meant teleporting, which she liked almost as much as heights. Not even. But teleporting was not one of her powers.  
    His hands ran up her back, strong fingers holding her and letting her know just how much he’d missed her while he was away.  
    She’d had very little experience with kissing until Storm showed up in her life, or with being touched for that matter, but she craved his kiss and touch. Craved the way he held her, with both power and tenderness. He drove his fingers into her hair, which had to look like she belonged in the psych ward by now, but he didn’t seem to notice.  
    His kiss became gentle, and now he devoured her in slow bites. Her world spun on its axis and settled into a comfortable roll as he slowed the kiss, nipping at her lips. She had a hand on his chest. His heart pounded at a savage pace and she knew it was for her, all for her.  
    She would never be anything like the chic Adrianna, but Storm had made his choice for his mate. Me .  
    She needed to keep that thought front and center.  
    When he stopped, he dropped his forehead against hers. His hands still held her in a possessive grip, and he let out a hard breath. “You scared the hell out of me.”  
    Scared the hell out of her, too, but now was not the time to admit that. Now was the time to convince him she was fine and to soothe him. She