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is strange,” Bran said then joined me. “When Solange’s minions attacked you, your powers were drained.”
    “And I was okay within twenty-four hours.”
    “Maybe that’s all you need for your powers to stabilize. How is your head?”
    “It’s getting better, just at a snail’s pace.” I waved toward the TV screen, where the replay was on pause. “Did I ever watch that?”
    Bran chuckled. “Over and over again the last few months.”
    “And the digital frame?”
    “I got that for you and scanned the pictures a couple of months ago. It was a surprise. You loved it.”
    Another precious moment gone. “I want my memories back,” I griped.
    “You will get them back,” Bran vowed, wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
    My heightened senses picked up on everything—the way his warm skin felt against mine, his pounding heart, his scent. But it was more than that. I tapped into his inner feelings without meaning to. He was worried about me, but his love for me shone brighter and purer than anything I’d ever felt. My senses leaped in response.
    “We should head to HQ,” he said, leaning back.
    “Not yet.” I cupped his face, leaned forward and kissed him. “We need to make some new memories.”
    “Lil, we…” his voice trailed off as though he forgot what he was about to say. We kissed, breathing impossible as we got lost in sensations.
    How many moments like this had I lost? Would I ever get them back?
    Something snapped inside me and I threw my arms around his neck, making him lose his balance. He landed on the lounge with me on the top.
    “Sorry,” I whispered.
    “No, you’re not.” His eyes went to my lips. “You got me exactly where you want me.”
    “You don’t have to sound so tortured about it,” I teased. “I’m making things easy for you.”
    “The opposite.” Then he kissed me. Really, really kissed me without holding anything back. The kiss mushroomed into something both scary and exciting. Heat surged through me like a giant wave. I wasn’t sure whether what I felt was my reaction to him, his reaction to me, or a combination of our needs. My wacky empathic senses just soaked it all in until I thought I would explode.
    Heat followed his hands across my skin, making me squirm and press against him. Then he tugged the string holding my bikini top and we both froze. Confusion flashed in his eyes as though he wasn’t sure about what we were doing and how we got on the lounge.
    “I should go.” He spoke slowly, his breathing uneven against my skin.
    “Why?” I whispered, feeling hot and cold at the same time, wanting him to kiss me again, to make me forget all problems, even for just a moment.
    Emerald eyes met mine and begged for forgiveness. “Because we shouldn’t be doing this now, not when you got hurt and your powers are off.”
    “I don’t care.”
    “I do.”
    “You
have memories of everything we did the last four months, Bran. I don’t. It’s unfair.”
    “I know.” He reached behind me and retied the strings of my bikini top. “You can mind-blend with me and retrieve them whenever you like. We will create more memories. I promise.”
    I blew out air, closed my eyes then rested my cheek on his chest. His heated skin smelled so good. Of sun and sea. And it bugged me that he was so rational. Why couldn’t he ever let his emotions rule his head? I know he loved me, wanted to be with me in every way. Worse, he was right this time. We couldn’t make out until we were sure about the extent of my injuries, the damage the demons did to my Psi energy. Even the thought of mind-blending with him scared me. What if whatever the demons did to me was contagious and I passed it on to him?
    I lifted my head off Bran’s chest and sat up, forcing myself not to stroke his bare chest. He was pure muscles, six-pack, and warmth.
    “Are we really going after the demons?” I asked.
    “Yes.” A smile filled with anticipation curled Bran’s lips. “Vengeance is the