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the tousled strands of his hair, to brush my knuckles against the unaccustomed scruff on his lower face. But more than anything, I wanted to pull him to me for a long, comforting kiss.
    I did none of those things because in that fragile moment, I was more aware than ever of the distance that had been growing between us.
    The silence seemed to stretch forever, but only a few seconds passed as he waited for me to finish the water. Then he took the cup and returned it to the stand.
    â€œHow are you feeling?” His scent enveloped me as he perched on the edge of my bed.
    I shrugged. “I’m okay. No broken bones or internal injuries. Just some bruising and possibly a mild concussion. I was admitted to the hospital to be on the safe side.”
    Devlin leaned in but he made no move to touch me. He didn’t have to. His presence consumed me, in part because of my shattered poise, but mostly because he was Devlin.
    His gaze lingered on the tender side of my face. “Is that where he hit you?” His expression never changed, but there was something behind his eyes, a hint of violence that made my heart jolt.
    I lifted a hand to my cheek. “It’s from the fall. I don’t think any blows were exchanged except for when I struck him with a lamp.”
    â€œI was told you put up a fight.” A stranger might have mistaken his monotone for indifference, but I recognized the flatness of his delivery for what it was—supreme control.
    â€œI’m strong for my size. I think that took him by surprise.”
    â€œYou are strong,” he agreed. “And brave. Frighteningly so, I sometimes think.”
    â€œBrave? Hardly.” I held out my hands so that he could see how badly they still shook.
    â€œBeing brave and being fearless are two different things.” He reached over and adjusted the covers around me. The gentleness of the gesture belied the darkness still simmering at the back of his eyes. “Some of the bravest people I’ve met were also smart enough to know when to be afraid.”
    â€œDoes that include you?” I asked, our gazes locking.
    â€œI hope so.”
    â€œSomehow I can’t imagine it...you afraid.”
    â€œWhy not? I’m human.”
    â€œWhat frightens you?” I asked.
    He didn’t answer, but I saw something flash in his eyes before he turned away.
    As I studied his profile, the oddest vision formed in my head. Devlin was still seated on the edge of my bed, but it was as if I could see right through him into the farthest corner of the room—or into his mind—where a tall figure with a bowed head loomed in the shadows.
    For a moment, I thought someone must have entered the room without my notice, but then I blinked and the illusion vanished.
    â€œWhat is it?” Devlin asked, turning back to me. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
    â€œI’m sorry. My attention drifted for a moment. I think shock may be setting in.”
    The intensity of his focus stirred me in a way that only Devlin could. “Would you like for me to leave so that you can rest?”
    The sensible thing would be to let him go. I was hardly fit company and I needed time to get my emotions under control. But given the vision, the headache and the voices inside my head, I didn’t think it a good idea to be alone.
    â€œI don’t want you to go.” I reached for his hand and when his fingers curled around mine, the unexpected bite of frost startled me. Devlin was always so warm, so steady—so human. A counterpoint to the ghosts. The coldness of his skin filled me with an unreasonable fear and my first reaction was to release him. Instead, I clung to his hand. “Stay. I need to talk to you about something.”
    â€œWhat is it?”
    I tugged at the covers, still shaken by the chill of his touch. “I know you and Detective Prescott think the intruder was looking for money or something to hock, but I’m