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looks at Mason like he’s sure he misunderstood him.
    “Malcolm and me friends?” Brand asks.
    “At first it was only for Lilly’s sake,” Mason says, “she and Malcolm have been friends pretty much since the day they met.  But since the Tear appeared, the two of you have become close because of your families.  Our Brand trusts Malcolm to help keep his family safe.  I don’t think I could give Malcolm any higher praise than that.”
    “I suppose Baruch and Isaiah told you my thoughts about bringing Malcolm into the resistance?” I ask.
    Brand nods.  “I’m sorry but I just don’t see that as a possibility.”
    “At least think about it,” I urge.  “He has good in him.  It’s just buried under a lot of bad baggage.”
    “I am surprised he let you go,” Brand admits.  “His only redeemable quality was his refusal to let Sebastian drink human blood.  Mason told me you had to kill him when he traveled to your world.”
    “Yes.  I killed him with my sword.”
    “At least it was a quick death then.”
    Brand stands.  “I’m sure the two of you are tired.  We made up a room for you to stay in while you’re here.  Was I right in assuming you would want to share the same room?”
    Mason looks to me to answer the question.
    “Yes, one room is all we need,” I answer, reaching for one of Mason’s hands, laying claim to my man.
    We follow Brand out of the room into the hallway.  We end up not having to walk too far.  Brand opens a metal door which is only a couple of doors down from his quarters.
    The room is sparse with one full size bed covered in white cotton sheets and a thin black wool blanket. A small metal table with a small lamp sits on the right side of the bed. There is a narrow bathroom off to the left with a metal chair sitting by the entrance. 
    “We don’t have a lot of visitors,” Brand says in way of explanation for the lack of décor.
    “It’s fine,” I tell him.  “There’s a bed.  That’s all we need.”
    Mason raises an eyebrow in my direction and tries to hide a smile.
    “Well, I hope it’s comfortable enough,” Brand says, seeming to become uncomfortable around us all of a sudden.  “I’ll see you two in the morning.”
    I let go of Mason’s hand and walk into the room trying to unbuckle the belt of the baldric from around my waist as quickly as I can.  I hear Mason close the door behind me.  For some reason my fingers feel like they’ve gone numb and my stomach suddenly feels like it’s a jar full of butterflies.
    “Here,” Mason says, coming to stand in front of me, “let me help you with that.  You’ve had a rough night.  You need to get some rest.”
    I look up at Mason who is concentrating on working the leather strap through the buckle.
    “I don’t need rest,” I say, hoping he gets the subtle hint in my words without me having to spell it out for him.
    A slow smile stretches his lips.  “Should I be worried about my chastity tonight, Agent Riley?”
    “Most definitely, Mr. Collier.”
    His smile grows wider but falters slightly and he lets out a small sigh.  I immediately know something is up.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask.
    He shakes his head, “Nothing.”
    Mason walks around me and lifts the straps of the baldric from my shoulders.  I turn around and watch him prop the sword against the metal chair by the bathroom entrance.
    When he comes back to me, he wraps his arms loosely around my waist and I loop mine around his neck.  He leans his head down towards mine and kisses my lips softly.  Not satisfied, I pull his head down even further to deepen the kiss, tugging at the bottom of his shirt until it’s released from his pants and running my hands up the bare skin of his back.  Mason moans and lifts me easily in his arms to carry me to the bed.
    Without breaking the contact of our lips, he gently lays me on the mattress following me down and laying partially on top of me.  I feel his fingers nimbly undo the buttons of my