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countered a blow by another, and disarmed a third with a back swing. As the disarmed man scrambled
for his sword, another took his place. She didnтАЩt rush to incapacitate them. She was having too much fun.
But she knew sheтАЩd have to take care of them soon. No point in exhausting herself. She still had a long
way to go before she reached DorjanтАЩs lands.

She hated to kill them, though. They were just doing a job. A job she had no doubt Dorjan had funded.
But she couldnтАЩt afford to have them at her back either. Maybe if she gave them a thorough enough
beatingтАж She disarmed two men and faced the four converging on her.

Suddenly, the air around them darkened, inky blackness too solid to be real. Rowena and the seven
mercenaries stilled and looked around. A flash of blinding light, a crack like thunder. And a dark figure
rose up in front of Rowena.

Even with his back to her, he was obviously male. His broad, thickly muscled body was encased in
leather trousers and vest. His dark blond hair hung just above his collar in a tempting disarray of waves.
What she could see of his pale skin gleamed silver in the moonlight.

The stranger raised a sword in front of him. From her position, Rowena watched the long blade come up
over his head. The steel glowed purple.

The mercenaries backed away from the man, their weapons at the ready. Rowena kept a tight grip on
her own sword in case the stranger turned. A moment later, the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood
up. She heard the soft rumble of the strangerтАЩs voice, chanting, quiet, vibrating through her bones. She
sucked in a breath and it felt as if the air had thinned.

Another blinding flash of light and power rolled over her in a heart-stopping wave. She dropped to one
knee, ducking her head to brace against the storm winds of his spell. For an instant, all air was sucked
away and she couldnтАЩt breathe. And then as suddenly as it happened, the light faded, the air calmed, and
the dark night fell quiet.

Rowena dragged in a lungful of air, blinked to clear spots from her eyes and raised her head. All seven
mercenaries lay unmoving, their swords blown beyond their grasp. She looked up at the stranger just as
he turned around. Their gazes locked. It took a second, no more, before she recognized him, before the
jolt of his presence ricocheted through her body.

She rose slowly to her feet, never taking her gaze from his green eyes. When she stood at her full 5тАЩ10тАЭ
height, she straightened her shoulders, flicked a glance at the downed mercs, and said, тАЬKael, you
bastard. You ruined a perfectly good fight. What the hell are you doing here?тАЭ

Dark eyebrows rose and his sexy mouth twitched at one corner. тАЬRowena,тАЭ he murmured in a voice that
made her thighs clench. тАЬItтАЩs good to see you again too.тАЭ

She cursed, long and eloquently, as she snatched up her scabbard from beside her bedroll, sheathed her
sword and strapped the scabbard diagonally across her back. Her stomach danced giddily, and the
sensation disgusted her. She didnтАЩt want her body to react, not to Kael Zyhn of HeronтАЩs Deep. She
hated that she couldnтАЩt control the heady roll of lust pumping through her blood. тАЬAnswer my question,тАЭ
she said. тАЬWhat are you doing here?тАЭ
тАЬI came to help.тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt need your help.тАЭ She propped her hands on her hips and glanced at the mercenaries. тАЬAre they