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dead?тАЭ

тАЬNo. Unconscious. They wonтАЩt wake for two days. At which point, weтАЩll be long gone.тАЭ

Her eyes narrowed.We? I donтАЩt think so. тАЬSome strong spell, Heron. To leave me out of it.тАЭ

He dipped his head, accepting her reluctant compliment with an arrogant grin.

тАЬBut I still didnтАЩt need your help.тАЭ

тАЬThere were seven of them.тАЭ

тАЬHa! I only have to worry when thereтАЩs more than ten. Anything less, IтАЩm perfectly capable of handling.тАЭ

He smiled and her body responded. Her womb clenched, her stomach danced, and her heart beat an
erratic dance. Damn him. What the hell was he doing here now? She hadnтАЩt seen Kael in twelve years.
Not once since that first meeting, the first and only kiss. Not so much as a note. SheтАЩd spent years
convincing herself he was just another man, no one special. Because if heтАЩd really been herraynei he
would never have abandoned her. That logic hadnтАЩt stopped her from dreaming about him. It hadnтАЩt
stopped her longing for him.

But it had guaranteed she was so royally pissed off at him, she never wanted to see him again.

She glared at his smiling, gorgeous face and stomped past him. тАЬYou can go,тАЭ she said over her
shoulder, bundling up her gear. She couldnтАЩt stay here now. Might as well move down the road a bit and
hope she could find a safe place to settle for the last few hours of darkness. She doubted sheтАЩd get any
more sleep though.

Her heart thudded loudly as she packed. She could feel KaelтАЩs gaze on her back, burrowing into her.
The intensity of his stare made her movements stiff and uncoordinated. She had never, in her entire life,
felt uncoordinated. That pissed her off even more. She slung her pack across her shoulders so it crossed
her back opposite to her sword, then stood without looking at him. She glanced down at the nearest
mercenary. He didnтАЩt look comfortable with his legs folded under him and his head wrenched into an
awkward position. He was going to hurt when he woke up. He groaned a little in his sleep, but otherwise
didnтАЩt move.

Rowena shook her head. тАЬRuined a perfectly good fight,тАЭ she muttered. She started to walk away, past
the other unconscious bodies, still without looking at Kael. But his voice stopped her.

тАЬI couldnтАЩt have myraynia killed.тАЭ

Her shoulders stiffened. Her stomach tightened. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched. Anger so hot
it nearly suffocated her flowed through her. How dare he call her that? After all this time. How dare he
use that excuse!

тАЬDonтАЩt you call me that again,тАЭ she said, her voice harsh and low. When the man nearest her made a
slight noise, she turned and kicked him in the stomach. He rolled away slightly but didnтАЩt wake up. She
stomped off, cursing under her breath.

So much for Aleanian compassion, she thought with an inner cringe. All her years of training and in a fit