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across his forehead, his eyes wide, luminous pools of shock and bemusement.
    “Devon.” She surged to her feet, stumbling back on trembling legs. “Is it your…your father?”
    He met her gaze without hesitation. “No.”
    Ellie’s heart slammed wildly against her chest. “Grandfather?”
    “No.”
    Realization hit her like a punch to the gut. She knew. Suddenly, she knew where Devon had come from. “Holy hell.”
    Chapter 5

    It’s not like he didn’t know he had died. No, he was quite aware. It was hard to ignore death when he had come calling not once, but twice. But there was something about seeing one’s own tombstone that did odd things to a person. His heart beat at twice its normal rate and the air seemed suddenly heavy. The chirping crickets that had only moments before been amazing, were now irritating.
    “Please tell me you’re not a zombie?”
    “A what?” Unable to stare at his name any longer, Devon turned and stumbled toward the fence, leaning on the rusty bars for balance, ignoring the strange woman who followed.
    “You… you can’t truly be saying that you’ve come back from the dead?” she whispered furiously.
    “I’m not saying anything,” he snapped.
    And now here he was once more. He’d been brought back to life for some inexplicable reason. He didn’t know why, but he knew there was a reason. Twasn’t merely luck. He had to find Ashley, and yes, even Cristian. He had to find them because they were the only two who could help him uncover the truth. He clasped the sides of his head, his temples throbbing. If only he could remember where they were located.
    Determined, he surged through the opening and into the grass.
    “Where are you going?” Ellie demanded.
    Her question gave him pause. Truth was, he hadn’t a clue where he was headed. Reluctantly, he glanced at Ellie. Damn it all, he couldn’t help but notice the way the moonlight kissed her face, giving her an ethereal glow. She had powers, obviously, and he might be able to use her to his advantage. He couldn’t do this alone, not with a memory full of holes.
    But having her near him would be distracting, to say the least. Only an hour after he’d met her, they’d kissed. Hell, he hadn’t meant to, but she’d smelled so good. He’d lost control of his body, his emotions, which shouldn’t have surprised him. He was desperate for release, for a warm touch, for anything other than the pain he’d endured for six blasted months.
    He raked trembling fingers through his hair. It wasn’t shocking that he should kiss her, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. He started toward the drive, knowing she’d follow. As he rounded the manor, he noticed a small, gray automobile gleaming like a blessing from heaven in the drive.
    “Devon, I demand to know what you’re going to do.”
    “What’s your name? Your full name.”
    She stumbled beside him, as if surprised by the question. She seemed caught off guard by his desire to know more about her and even in the moonlight he could see the confusion upon her face.
    “Eloise Collins, but people call me Ellie.”
    Eloise. An elegant name. It fit her. He pushed that thought from his mind and headed straight toward the automobile. “Get in, Ellie.”
    She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. “What do you mean?”
    “Get in.” He walked around the car, and with a critical eye, studied the monstrous beast. He was not completely stupid to the ways of automobiles. There was a vague memory in the deep recesses of his mind of Ashley driving. He knew a key was involved and some sort of pedals on the floor. Dare he try to drive? No, with his luck he’d kill himself before leaving the property. “You shall drive me.”
    “Really?” She arched a sable brow. “First of all, this isn’t my car. Second… no.”
    He swallowed hard, his heart thundering, his mind muddled. He still wasn’t sure what she was capable of and worried that if he challenged her in his