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"Tortosa? Castle Pilgrim…" Jema shook her head, completely confused now "Those were Te about?"

"Tortosa was abandoned first, and then ten days later the order ca to take us home" He looked around him "Someone had to stay behind until the last ainst the Saracens"

"There aren’t any Saracens here" She nodded toward the door "The only person out there is a elica" His mouth thinned "She betrayed me She sold me and our son and my family to the devil"

"I didn’t know you were involved"

"You don’t know anything about me I was a Te, sharp-looking white fangs appeared "I have walked the earth for more than seven hundred years I feed on the blood of the living"

She had to say so "Have you read The Purpose-Driven Life?"

"Do not jest about this I ained And I will never leave this place" He turned away froed "I can’t I’ve been here too long"

"That is such crap" Je and threw it at his back, ser became horror as he looked at her "I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that"

He strode to the table, grabbed her by the calves, and yanked the her out flat on her back

Under him

Not where Jema wanted to be Not on a rock bed aith cow tartare Not when she had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do with those fangs

She rolled, but not in tiht his full weight down and flattened her against the stone Things squished under her front and she fought to keep her face out of the gore Behind her, his hands manacled her wrists and stretched out her ars were locked on the outsides of hers

So, this wasn’t good, Jeht At all

His badly tailored pants were on the thin side, and her nightgown had ridden up, exposing her legs She could feel just about every inch of what he had shoved against the curve of her butt He wasn’t having a proble

The probleore, but she was s below her collarbone wanted her to flip over and spread her legs and shove him into her The heat and ache were so bad she nearly screa of the sort Jele or breathe orup to let her Darkness grew obese in front of her eyes, so she let herself go gradually limp and didn’t move

He fell for it and rose up

Je hie of the table and used the wet surface to slide out froore had left her slippery She was over the edge of the table and had her feet on the floor again before he scrambled off

She was closer to his sword than he was, and she could have grabbed it, but so one hand on it would be worse than rolling around with hiuts

"What do you want from me?" she shouted

"I want to save you" He looked at his bloodstained hands "I cannot, Jema I cannot even save myself"

"I’m not a da behind her with her hands so she could keep her eyes on hi"

"I could kill you" Not a threat, but a fact, presented with fangs and eyes that were cat-slitted and glowing

"Really You couldn’t even keeptable" Finally she felt a doorknob, and although it was as fun as peeling off her own skin with a dull butter knife, she turned, pulled it open, and ran through it

No, Jee hand yanked her back and into the dark, and for adoll suspended froround

Je on a silver-wooded pier that led to an old-looking boat tied to the end of it The ocean around it was dark blue, the sky was a slate gray, and the salty air felt ice cold against her face

She whirled around, but the farone, and only her demon stood behind her, his white tunic back in place and looking as pristine as if the wrestling oas clean, too