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lash sliced into his throat, the Djinn leader transporated with Meda.
    Lucan’s attackers pulled their power lash even tighter. It cut through his throat, disconnecting him from his body. As his pain disappeared, it left Lucan in complete despair as death loomed a moment away. His vision grew dark, his last sight the enemies’ self-satisfied looks of victory.
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    It was cold. She was freezing. Meda shuddered as she regained consciousness beneath a pile of thick blankets. She should be warm because of them, but she wasn’t. Instead, she was chilled so bone-deep, she thought she might never be warm again.
    And it didn’t matter. A sob shook her as her last vision assailed her—Lucan, nearly ripped apart and helpless, struggling to get to her as she’d been sucked into a vortex. She’d been conscious then, but remembered nothing after the opening had shut and the air closed in on her and the Djinn who’d grabbed her.
    She did a mental inventory of her body, unsure how much she could or should move. She didn’t want to attract attention, and she couldn’t tell if she was injured. The pain she’d felt earlier from the energy net and the skid across the floor had disappeared. To her surprise, other than the deep cold, she didn’t ache.
    Cautiously, she looked around. Now that she’d assessed her physical condition, she needed to determine her situation. To her surprise, she was in an opulent room, adorned with precious gems and infused with glowing light, though she couldn’t identify the light source. It actually appeared to be coming from the walls. She was lying on some sort of settee hewn of onyx but covered with numerous soft pelts. Brilliant gems lined the upper edge of the seat back. Similar furniture had been placed around the chamber, along with tables that appeared to be made of gold and were also inset with gems.
    So…the Djinn really were some sort of underground royalty. And she was alone in the room. Carefully, she sat up and found none of the aches returned to her body. Her brow furrowed. She should have burns, scrapes and bruises. Someone had dressed her in Lucan’s shirt, and she pulled aside the edges to look at her body. There were no battle signs. Her body had been healed. Was it Djinn magic or a residual effect of the medicine Maks had given her earlier?
    The thought of Maks brought images of Lucan and what she’d seen when she’d been stolen away. Tears filled her eyes as emotional pain slammed through her body. They’d killed Lucan. She’d just gotten him back, she hadn’t told him how much she loved him—she hadn’t even told him she’d stay with him—and he’d been ripped from her life again. And to God knew where.
    Determined to find her way out of here, no matter how nice the surroundings, she climbed off the settee, shuddering at the cold beneath her feet. Though someone had clothed her and placed her under the blankets, the Djinn had proven more than once that they didn’t have her best welfare in mind. They wanted to kill her. Not if she could help it!
    She’d only made it two steps, when the door creaked open. The leader of the Djinn party stepped inside, now dressed in a sapphire-blue tunic and loose pants trimmed with silver threads. Against his swarthy, olive-toned skin with his dark eyes and black hair, he appeared to be a wealthy Middle Eastern sheik. His eyes perplexed her, but she had no time to think on their difference.
    She backed away as he came inside and shut the door behind him.
    “I thought perhaps you’d be awake by now,” he said. “Humans have no tolerance for transporation .”
    He swept an arm around him, and she cringed having seen the killing power emanate from her hands.
    “Welcome to my home. I’m Tawren.”
    “Why am I here?”
    He smiled, but she didn’t sense anything truly pleasant about the gesture.
    “Would you care for something warm to eat?”
    “No.” She wasn’t eating jack from this place.
    “You’re chilled. It will