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Whatever had happened to hi, because she wasn’t sure how long she could stand watching her soullare at her with blatant distrust and dislike Withholding kisses Refusing to let her touch him

You have onevoice whispered

Sexpot stopped groo, paw frozen before her face She arched into a horseshoe shape and e about

Cease with your absurd protestations that this place is not real You are in the fifteenth century, Jane Sillee And here you may stay, if you succeed You have but one full cycle of the moon in the sky to make him remember who he is

Jane opened herca Gently s the spiked hairs on the kitten’s back, Jane wet her lips and sed "That’s impossible, the man will hardly speak toto a diseht, bewildered

I’m not the one who doesn’t know Worry about him

"Don’t be cryptic Who are you?" Jane hissed

There was no reply After a few er resembled a porcupine’s, and Jane realized that whoever had spoken was gone

"Well, just what arily A ure out what had happened to him and to help hi up the rules She had a bone or two to pick with the hastily about the cha she was alone and in no apparent danger did he speak "What are you yelling about?" he deilded by a shaft of silvery ht that spilled in the open , his sculpted chest bare, begging her touch

She was suddenly stricken by two certainties that she felt in the marrow of her bones: that as the woman had said, she truly was in the fifteenth century, and that if she didn’t help hiine would become of him Would he live and die the icy, inhu even worse?

"Oh, Aedan," she said, the words hitching in her throat All her love and longing and fear were in his naeance," he snarled "When will you accept that?"

When he spun about and stalked fro around, exaht for even ahad seemed so real was because it was so real She fell back onto the bed and stared at the cobwebby ceiling through the shimmer of silent tears "I won’t lose you, Aedan," she whispered

Hours later, Vengeance stood at the foot of the bed, watching her sleep He’d passed a time of restless sluitated His rest had not been of the kind he’d known in Faery--an edgy, mostly aware state of short duration Nay, he’d fallen into deep oblivion for far longer than usual, and his slu, his memory of those places had dissolved with the suddenness of a bubble bursting, leaving hi of iht her She was sprawled on her back, pink gown bunched about her thighs, masses of fiery curls about her face The kitten of which she seey to be palatable over a fire, nor was it capable of useful labor, hence her interest in it baffled hied to insinuate itself into her hair Its tiny paws curled and uncurled while it emitted a most odd sound A bit of drool escaped its thin pink lips

Cautiously, Vengeance lowered himself onto the bed The lass stirred and stretched but did not awaken The kitten curled itself into a circle and purred louder

Gingerly, Vengeance plucked up a ringlet of her hair and held it between his fingers It shiolden and coppery and bronze It was unlike aught he’d seen before There were more colors in a simple hank of her hair than had been in the entirety of his world until yesterday

He ser

The kitten opened a golden eye and stared at Vengeance’s dark hand

It did not flee him, he mused, which confirmed he wasn’t fairy; for ’tell known that cats loathed fairies On the other hand, it didn’t attempt to touch him, which he supposedcertainly flung itself at the lass at every opportunity