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    Setting the weapons aside, Blair boosted herself up onthe rear of the van. “It can’t be like that. That if the worst happened to her, to any of us, that you didn’t stop it. It’s up to each of us to do what we have to do to survive, and to do all we can to watch each other’s backs. But—”
    â€œYou don’t understand.” His eyes were fierce when they met hers. “She’s part of me.”
    â€œNo, I don’t understand, because I’ve never had anyone like that in my life. But I think I understand her well enough to know she’d be hurt, maybe even pissed off if she thought you felt responsible for her.”
    â€œNot responsible. That makes it an obligation, and it’s not. It’s love. You know what that is, don’t you?”
    â€œYeah, I know what that is.” Annoyed, she started to jump down, but he moved, turning his body until it blocked hers. “Do you think I felt nothing for you, nothing, when we stood with our backs to the sea and those demons coming out of the dark? Did you think I felt nothing, so would go, would save myself, because you said to?”
    â€œI didn’t know you were going to pull a dragon out of your hat, so—”
    She broke off, went rigid when he reached out, gripped her chin in his hand. “Did you think I felt nothing,” he said again, and his eyes were deep and gold and thoughtful. “Feel nothing now?”
    And hell, she thought. She’d boxed herself in.
    â€œI’m not asking about your feelings,” she began.
    â€œI’m telling you whether you ask or not.” He moved in a little closer, his legs planted on either side of hers, his eyes on her face. Curiously. “I can’t say I know what I feel as I don’t think I’ve felt it before. But there’s something when I look at you, now. When I see you in battle. Or when I watched you, just this morning watched you, moving like magic in the mist.”
    As she’d felt something, she admitted, when she’d ridden on his back into battle. When she’d watched him light up over music. “This is a really bad idea.”
    â€œI haven’t said I had an idea as yet. But I’ve feelings, somany of them I can’t seem to pick one out from the others and have a good look at it. And so…”
    Her head jerked back as his bowed to hers. Her hand slapped on to his wrist.
    â€œOh, be still a moment,” he said with a half laugh. “And let me have a try at this. You can’t be afraid of something as easy as a kiss.”
    Not afraid, but certainly wary. Certainly curious. She sat as she was, the fingers of one hand curled loosely on the back edge of the van, the others around his wrist.
    His lips were soft on hers, just a whisper of contact. A brush, a rub, a light and teasing nip. She had a moment to think he was very good at this particular game before the mists floated over her mind.
    Strong, he thought. He’d known there’d be strength, and it was a lovely jolt to the system. But there was sweetness as well; he hadn’t been sure of that. So that kissing her was like having wine running through his blood.
    And there was need, what seemed to be a deep, simmering well of need in him. He hoped in her.
    The kiss deepened so he heard the sound of her pleasure purr in her throat. So he felt that wonderful body of hers press, press and yield to his.
    When he would have laid her back, back beside the swords, the axes, she put a hand to his chest and held him away.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œI hear it plain enough, but no isn’t what I felt.”
    â€œMaybe not, but it’s what I’m saying.”
    He traced a finger from her shoulder to her wrist while his eyes searched her face. “Why?”
    â€œI’m not sure why. I’m not sure, so it’s no.”
    She turned, began to gather weapons.
    â€œI’m wanting to ask a question.” He