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didn’t return her affection and letting the darkness continue to grow, she’d become that which she hunted—Dark Fae.
    If she took the other path, she didn’t know what lay ahead. It could be with Balladyn or someone else.
    “How is she?” said a voice with a British accent.
    Henry. She sighed. Sweet Henry.
    He was a good kisser, and she loved the way he looked at her. But he was human. She already crossed a line by kissing him and giving him hope that something would develop between them. That was something she needed to set straight soon.
    “There’s no’ been a change.”
    Rhys. He was back again? Somehow Rhi wasn’t surprised.
    Henry let out a loud sigh. “I’m worried.”
    “As we all are,” Rhys stated.
    “I was looking for Con earlier. Someone said he was in here.”
    Rhys grunted. “Aye. He was.”
    “His power is to heal. Can’t he bloody well do something?” Henry asked angrily.
    “He already has,” Rhys stated. “She’s healed.”
    “Then why does she not wake?”
    She hated the worry and fear she heard in both men’s voices, but she wasn’t ready to face things yet. Rhi sunk deeper into her sleep so she wouldn’t hear any more.
    Right before she drifted off, she felt her watcher’s eyes again. He hadn’t left her side. She was more than curious as to who it was that could remain veiled so long.
    It was one of the first things she would discover when she woke. Later. Much later …
    *   *   *
    Sophie knew before she ever opened her eyes that Darius was gone. She reached over and felt the spot where he had been. The bed was cold, informing her he’d left some time ago.
    She opened her eyes and rolled to her back. Normally she had a hard time having an orgasm with a man, but Darius made it so easy.
    The first time with Darius she attributed it to the fact that it had been a long time since she’d been with a man, but last night? Darius hadn’t just given her the climax of her life. He’d given her two in a very short space of time.
    Sophie bit her lip when she moved and the sheet rubbed against her nipples that were still highly sensitized from his teasing.
    She carefully lifted the covers and climbed from the bed. Shutting off her alarm a minute before it was supposed to go off, she made her way to the bathroom.
    There she halted and stared at the bathtub full of water. The candles had been blown out. Darius must have done that.
    Sophie quickly unstoppered the tub to let the water drain and grabbed her towel. She turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up before she stepped in.
    But under the hot stream of water, she could only stand there thinking about being in Darius’s arms. For two weeks she’d dreamed of him taking her against the building because it had been so erotic and amazing. Last night far exceeded the first. It could well last her an entire year’s worth of dreams.
    It wasn’t until she was drying off that she remembered what Darius had said. She was in danger, and if she saw him she had to act as if she couldn’t stand him.
    That was easy yesterday, but after another night in his arms? She wasn’t so sure. There was no doubt Darius was infuriating. He told her cryptic things like that, snuck into her flat, and then made love to her as if he would die if he didn’t have her.
    Sophie couldn’t remember the last time a man made her feel that way. When he looked at her, he saw only her. Not his mobile phone, not his computer, not his friends or work. Just her.
    And that felt … amazing.
    She blinked and realized she was standing in front of her sink holding the towel as she thought of Darius. Dimly, she recognized the Outlander soundtrack still played on repeat.
    And her glorious mood was soured as she feared she might never see Darius again.
    *   *   *
    Ulrik crossed another name off the list and stared at the few who remained. It was taking longer than he wanted, but he was slowly learning who Mikkel’s spy at Dreagan was. He closed