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reminiscent of the woman I met so many years ago.”
    “Just a couple days here, and I feel different. These warriors and their women, they’re good and kind and… fuck, I don’t know. I guess I’m realizing things. And mostly I see that I was wrong. I let my fear morph to anger. I owe you an apology for every cruel act and word I threw at you… I’m so sorry, Makyle.”
    “It’s okay, Sam.”
    “I’m scared, Makyle.”
    “I promise—I will keep you safe."
    With her head cradled in the warmth of his large palms, she let her lids fall shut. “ You owe me nothing ,” she whispered.
    He smiled at that. She had no idea what he owed her. With a quick move of his arms, he picked her up, pulled the covers on the bed back, and laid her down. “Just rest, Sam.”
    She laughed softly. “I’m not the one who needs to rest. You look awful.”
    Makyle grunted. “So quickly you return to insulting me.”
    She sighed. “Makyle, be serious.”
    He laughed. “I am the serious one, remember? I have every intention of resting, but I need a shower.”
    Samira felt her lips stretch and a light flush bring life back to her cheeks. Flashes of water cascading down his sculpted body as his full lips called out her name while he stroked his hard flesh caused a yearning ache deep within her. “A shower, huh?”
    Makyle tipped his head to the side. “Yes, I reek of the Underworld.” He sniffed the air, and his eyes narrowed. “What are you thinking?”
    She smiled wider. “That you should go take that shower.”
    Shaking his head, he turned and headed for the bathroom.
    Samira slid her jeans off and snuggled down into the rich bedding. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the shower and the slap of water as she imagined it falling from Makyle’s long, black hair. She swore she could see him standing in the stream of warm water—steam rising from his feet, up his muscled calves and sculpted thighs, caressing his hard length as it snaked its way up the ridges of his chiseled chest and made its way to his undeniably handsome face.
    Shaking her head, she rolled so her back was facing the bathroom door. The water shut off, and she fought the urge to look back. The bed dipped, and the covers rustled as Makyle slid in next to her.
    “Feel better?” she asked.
    “Well, I smell better, so yes, I feel better.”
    Yes, he did smell better. In fact, he smelled amazing.
    “What about you? Do you feel better?”
    Giving in, she reached back and grabbed his hand, drawing it over her side and pulling him closer to her. He didn’t resist as his hand rested on her stomach, and he pulled her flush to his chest. “I feel better now,” she whispered.
    His fingers began moving over the delicate skin that had been marred by his torture.
    “Don’t feel bad.”
    He pressed his face to her hair. “I can’t help it. I didn’t know.”
    “It wouldn’t have changed anything, Makyle. It’s not as if you asked to be tortured.”
    He thought back to the night his brothers came for him. He certainly hadn’t expected to be tortured, but had he known they were linked, he wasn’t sure he would have so readily walked away with them. “We can go have Izzy heal you.”
    “I actually don’t want to go anywhere right now. As weird as this may be, this is the safest I’ve felt in years. I am content, and I don’t want to move,” she admitted, then turned her face to look at him. She caught his diamond eyes, and even in the low light of his room, they still seemed to shimmer as if the sun were playing off them.
    He smiled at her. “Who would have guessed the day would come when you would want to keep me close.”
    She laughed softly. “I think I’ve known… well, ever since the day you kissed me. That’s why it pissed me off so much.”
    Amusement lit Makyle’s face as he shook his head at her. “Such a stubborn woman.”
    Stubborn indeed . Reaching back, she placed her hand on his freshly shaven cheek and leaned in. Her lips