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face and back, soaking her clothes and skin.
    “We don’t have much time,” Soren said. “Once those flames
are out, we’ll be vulnerable.”
    “I can’t leave him,” Tara said.
    “He’s not alone, master is with him.” Soren tugged her back
behind a loveseat in the sitting area and closer to the window.
    Tara twisted in his arms. “Master? He’s Donar—your brother!”
    Soren scoffed. “He has been and always will be my master.”
    Tara thought that his response was odd, but she had no time
to dwell on it. The water was beginning to put the fire out, and the smoke was
beginning to clear. She peeked around the loveseat to see if the coast was
clear. Anisa had walked farther into the room and was surveying the damage. She
caught sight of Samir’s form as he staggered to his feet.
    “You’re going to have to try harder than that, my love,”
Samir said as he straightened.
    “Don’t call me that,” Anisa spat.
    “Why not? We were lovers once.”
    “That part of me died a long time ago.” She held out her
hand toward Samir. “Give me the twins.”
    Tara watched Donar as he sneaked up behind Anisa. Was he
crazy? Tara started to yell, but Soren closed his hand over her mouth. She
glanced over her shoulder and saw him shake his head.
    “Don’t let them know where we are,” he whispered in her ear.
His eyes had changed back to blue, but something flickered in their depths. He
had temporary control of his darkness, but it wouldn’t last long.
    “I can’t leave him.” While she appreciated his concern,
Samir was her friend and she was not the type of person to turn her back on her
friend.
    “The twins are of no concern of yours,” Samir’s back was to
them and he stood just out of reach. His focus was fully on the woman before
him.
    “Oh, but that’s where you are wrong.” A large deahman with dark hair and shining red eyes appeared in the doorway. He was at least a
foot taller than Anisa, and Tara recognized him as one of the deahmans who were chasing the twins before.
    The dark haired deahman walked up behind Anisa and
ran his fingers through her long, ebony waves. The motion reminded Tara of how
one would pet a cat. “You see, the twins are mine now, just like Anisa is mine.
Isn’t that right, precious?”
    Anisa’s crimson eyes glazed over. “Yes, master.”
    “Good.” The dark haired deahman patted her on the
head. “Now let’s make our new leader, Urian, proud.” He stood to one side to
give her room.
    Anisa seemed to break free of whatever hold the other deahman had on her. She straightened and focused on Samir.
    “Give me the twins!”
    “Anisa, listen to me.”
    Anisa bent her elbow, bringing her hand up toward her head,
then she straightened it once more, her fingers reaching out toward Samir.
Flames exploded from their charred tips.
    Donar jumped out of nowhere and wrapped his arms around Anisa’s
waist. He lifted her into the air just as the fire left her fingertips. Flames
arched up toward the ceiling, creating a wall of fire. Tara squinted and tried
to peer through the flames. She could make out the form of Samir as he rushed
forward. He, Anisa, Donar and the mysterious deahman disappeared into
the smoke and flames.
    “Come on!” Soren tightened his grip around her waist and
drew her back from the door. “We have to get out of here, now.”
    Tara tried to break out of his grasp. “I can’t leave them!”
    Soren turned her to face him. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll
die.” He nodded toward the door. “They can take care of themselves.”
    More flames erupted between them and the door, keeping Tara
from Samir and Donar—and their only means of escape.
    Beads of sweat formed on her temples as the temperature of
the room continued to rise. She wasn’t going to last much longer in this heat.
Soren was right. They needed to leave. Hopefully Donar and Samir would be all
right on their own.
    She nodded to Soren. “Okay, we’ll go, but the door is