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I’m like a superhero!” he crowed with delight.

Chapter Eight
     
    The house was ginormous.  I got excited when we found the entrance to the wine cellar, but there were no secret doors or panels leading to an escape tunnel like I’d been hoping.  Somehow we ended up in a bunk room with four beds built into the walls.  No luck with the windows in there either, they were shuttered and spelled, like all the others. 
    Two of the beds showed signs of use, and I was pretty sure the matching luggage I rifled through belonged to Aubrey.  He seemed like the type to pack all of his clothes by color coordinated outfit, rather than grouping all the shirts together, the pants, etc.  He didn’t have anything of interest, except for a wad of pound notes I found tucked into a side pocket.  I put them right back where I found them, it wasn’t anybody’s business but his that he carried a small fortune in cash. 
    I looked up to see Rob stuffing something in his pocket.  He wasn’t looting the other bed, was he?  “Any luck on your side?  What do you have there?”
    “Something I picked up back in our bedroom.”  Rob drew it out again without any trace of guilt, and I felt bad for having suspected him.  “Don’t need battery power for this.”  He showed me an old fashioned, silver pocket watch, popping the cover to reveal my picture tucked inside.
    “Aw... just like Captain America has,” I grinned up at him in delight. 
    “Beg pardon?”
    “You know, like in the first movie.  Steve’s got a picture of Peggy in his watch.  I might not know who I am, but I know I’m a big Cap fan.”  My t-shirt proved that. 
    “Ah, right,” he nodded, making the connection.  “So long as it’s me who’s your hero now,” he added with a half smile.
    “I don’t know, have you done anything heroic today?” I teased, sliding my hand under the neat stacks of clothes, just to be thorough.  “Mother of pearl...” I cried as my fingers encountered something sharp and pointy.  “What the heck does he have in there?”  Carefully peeling back the clothes, I found a dagger tucked in among the socks.  “Who keeps an unsheathed knife in their luggage?” I grumbled, looking for something to put over my finger, which had a nasty cut along one side. 
    “Someone who wants to discourage light fingers,” Rob replied, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and reaching for my hand.  “Let’s have a look there,” he said in a soothing voice, his fingers curling around mine. 
    “It’s not that bad, it just kind of stings,” I said, expecting him to press the cloth to it, but instead he brought it to his lips. 
    “Nothing but a paper cut.  I’ll kiss it and make it better, shall I?” 
    His lips closed over the tip of my finger, tongue rasping against the pad as he held my gaze with his.  The breath left my body in a soft rush, completely taken by surprise at the action.  His tongue darted out to swirl over the tip again, and my lips parted, a strange longing sweeping over me, for what – I wasn’t sure.  He sucked lightly, and I braced myself for the sting, but there was no pain.  None at all. 
    “Hey, let me see...”  I pulled my finger back, stunned to see the cut had vanished completely.  Not even a trace that it’d been there before.  “Did you see that?  It’s gone!” I gasped, utterly astonished.  “Either I have super healing powers or you have magic saliva!”
    “Don’t be silly.  There’s no such thing,” he frowned, turning away, but I wasn’t about to let it go. 
    “No, really.  The cut is completely gone, look.”  I held my finger as close to the candlelight as I could without singeing it.  My skin was smooth and unbroken.  “I wonder if I should try cutting myself again?”
    “No,” Rob said with enough emphasis to make me take a step back.
    “Jeez, I wasn’t about to open a vein, I’m talking about a scratch.  We have to see if it’s you or me that has