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that matter.
    I spun the chair so I could see out of the small oval window. The green lights on the wingtips blinked in rhythm with the beat of my heart. I couldn't see the airport building, but looking beyond the wing of the plane, I saw the out lining hills in silhouettes that made an eerie backdrop with the Nevada sunset. Closing my tired eyes, I tried to let myself drift off into sleep.
    The sound of someone clearing their throat startled me. My eyes flew open, and I twisted the chair back around. A man stood near the entrance of the plane, and my heart skipped a beat. He was by far the cutest guy I’d ever seen.
    Dark sunglasses covered his eyes even though it was dusk. He wore a half buttoned, black pinstripe shirt that showed a white t-shirt underneath and blue jeans. I looked down at my own attire. I was still in my funeral dress, looking like a librarian covered in black. Oh well. It’s not as if I chose to be here. I reached my hand up and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth out my long red tresses. I wished I could pull it back with something.
    I gave myself permission to let my eyes travel over the god of a body he had. A Five O’clock shadow gave him a mysterious look that went well with his dark tussled hair. If I had to guess, I would say he was in his early twenties.
    A grin spread out on his face as he noticed me undressing him with my eyes. I averted my gaze as quick as I could, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. I’m sure they turned a bright cherry red.
    “You must be Esmerelda,” he queried with a deep drawl. It gave me goosebumps and a shiver coursed through my spine.
    I bit my lip and shook my head. It shouldn’t have, but it disappointed me that he thought I was someone else. Of course he would have a girlfriend. Someone that sexy wouldn’t be without one.
    He cocked his head. “You’re sure?”
    “I think I know who I am.” I grimaced and nodded toward the cockpit. “Are you a—um—a…”
    His chuckle interrupted me, but I was grateful I didn’t need to finish my uncomfortable question. No reason to let him think I was delusional.
    “No, I’m a Guardian.” He took off his sunglasses, revealing perfect aqua blue eyes. “Have you seen Victor?”
    No words came. All I could do was shake my head once again.
    He grinned, showing a small dimple. Lord help me. He is gorgeous.
    “I’ll go check the cockpit.” He turned, moving to the front of the plane. “…Victor likes to think he can fly.”
    If it were any other day, that might have been funny. I tipped my head back against the chair. A couple seconds passed before he returned from the front of the plane, shutting the door behind him.
    “Did you find Victor?”
    “Yeah, he’s in there.” He pointed with his thumb behind him, to the closed door. “He’ll be out in a minute.”
    “So, I take it that you talked him out of flying?”
    He smiled. “Yeah, I told him my life was at stake, and I’d haunt him first if anything happened.” I grinned back at him, somewhat relieved.
    I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought over the situation. My kidnapper wasn't releasing me, but at least he wouldn't be practicing his flying lessons tonight. I watched as Mr. Hot-n-Sexy strode to the chair next to mine, sitting down as if he owned the plane, which as far as I knew, he could have.
    “You really don’t know, do you?” He leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs.
    “Know what?” His question gave me goosebumps. After today, I wouldn’t be surprised if he told me that he was a werewolf.
    He shook his head. “I thought you would know, that’s all.” He winked at me. “It shouldn’t be long till we’re up in the air now.”
    I gulped—he would be going with us. Maybe he would help me escape. My hopes soared.
    Victor emerged from the cockpit, closing the door behind him. “I see you met Jarak.”
    “I see you’ve decided you can’t fly a plane… Actually, we haven’t formally been introduced.” I admitted,