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the hospital. Two inches. The doctors had no explanation for her hair’s rapid growth rate. Not to mention her body’s rapid healing rate. All her blood work just kept coming back impossibly normal.
    There were so many things about her that defied explanation. She’d known his name. How? She’d been talking inside his head. How? He’d found her. How? The Bastard wasn’t talking.
    She stood, then tugged him by the hand like he was a reluctant toddler. She walked to the corner of the room and stared at the ninety-degree angle the two walls created.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That kind of behavior gave a person a special invitation to a padded cell. “Isleen. Look at me. Snap out of this.” Authority dominated his tone. “You will look at me.” His voice went deeper, more forceful than he intended, the sound of it resonating through the space.
    â€œWhat the—” Kent rushed in the room with that look on his face, the look he always wore in Xander’s presence. “Don’t speak to her like that.” Kent’s tone didn’t carry the weight Xander’s had, but the guy’s face had gone radiant red with anger. You’re such an asshole. Treating her like that when she can’t defend herself. Someone needs to put you in your place. Me. It’d feel like winning a championship to reacquaint you with my fists.
    Where was the slam upside the head? Xander waited for the pain. Nothing. “Say something to me.” He spoke the words to Kent, but didn’t take his gaze from Isleen.
    â€œYou’re an asshole.” A sludge-eating loser who thinks he’s better than everyone else because his family has money and he has an ability the BCI needs. The way you treat Camille like she’s your personal whore makes you the lowest…
    What was going on? He still tuned in; he just didn’t get the pain. Not that he was complaining. And when he was with her, the noises that would normally overwhelm him seemed so insubstantial. When he was with her . What was it about being with her that affected his hearing?
    Isleen swayed on her feet. He snagged her by the arms, and a cool zing of energy tingled through his hands. Suddenly, he couldn’t tell where his grip ended and she began. It was as if they had melded together. An ugly urge came upon him. The urge to shake her. Hard. And he did. One quick jerk that had her head flopping around on her neck. “Isleen. Snap out of it. Look at me.” That weird force sounded in his voice again.
    â€œYou’re hurting her.” Kent tried to pry one of Xander’s hands from her arm, but nothing could separate them. Xander had become an extension of her and couldn’t be torn away.
    Her eyes transformed from unseeing and unaware to full frontal clarity, their color an expansive sea of clear aquamarine, but underneath the surface, shadows of dark and dangerous things swam. “Xander?”
    His heart went hot-air ballooning inside his chest. “You remember me.”
    Only a foot of space separated them, but she threw herself against him so hard he rocked back half a step. Her arms cinched around him, holding him tighter than he’d ever been held. He returned the favor. Didn’t he fucking enjoy that? She fit into his hard angles like the final piece of a puzzle.
    Through the thin blanket, he felt the protrusion of her spine and the ripple of each rib. He was intensely aware of her breasts mashed against his chest and the sharp points of her hip bones framing his happy place. It was more than bad timing that his happy place decided to grow ecstatic. Christ.
    â€œHe wouldn’t stop stabbing her.” Her voice bore the sound of prolonged suffering. “Blood was everywhere. Everywhere. On me. And I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make him stop. I couldn’t even scream.” Her body pulsated with fear, and Mr. Happy finally wised up and let some blood flow back into his