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dealing with it herself without the doubt and pity someone else would no doubt heap on her if she shared the truth.

“Yes.” Her voice was barely audible when she spoke. Admitting it turned out to be even harder than she thought. She watched him carefully for a response, and for a moment something flared in his eyes and then was gone. His face remained a carefully schooled blankness.

“More, Rena, I want to hear it all.” She shook her head no, unwilling to share everything about herself.

“Graelen, I barely know you. To tell you all my secrets is to imply that we can trust each other. We can't. We’re virtually strangers to each other, albeit with a common interest.” She turned away from his reproachful gaze. She couldn't take the pressure of the intensity and questions that resided there.

“You came to me, babe. You started this. You wanted answers from me, but did you really think it would be that easy? That I wouldn't demand the same from you?” The intimate moment between them disappeared in a haze of disapproval. “Maybe before you tease the magick again, you’d better figure out what you want. In fact, here’s your first lesson. Power creates energy and when it does it has to have somewhere to go.”

She stared blankly.

“You’re a smart woman. Think harder.”

He’d been slammed into the wall and she’d absorbed his darker emotions but the room had still vibrated with excess…

She jerked her head up and met his gaze the moment she got it. “Sex.”

“Give the girl a prize. Now it’s your turn so start talking.”

“I don't know what else I can tell you? I studied the cards and the logical answer is the story I told you. What I haven't figured out yet is the meaning of the four empathic symbols. I had hoped you would have the answers.” Rena suddenly felt an urge to leave the house. She needed to get away from him. His presence made her nervous and his touch completely threw her off kilter. Sex and magick. Magick and sex. For once, her brain needed a break. She frantically looked around the room for her coat and shoes. “I think it's time for me to go.”

“No.”

“Yes, it is. I need to think about what happened tonight. Figure out how it fits the puzzle. That's what I do.” She slid her feet into her slides and started towards the door.

“Rena, stop. It's the middle of the night. You can't leave now.” He strode over to her side and put his hand on her arm. Immediately she felt his concern clear to her core. Like a warm blanket on a cold night, he wrapped her up with genuine interest in her well being, lulling her into the safety of his arms.

“Graelen. It's fine. I'm going back to my hotel for the night and see what I can work out. I'm not leaving town. I need to find the answers as much, if not more, than you do.” She slipped herself free from his touch and walked to the door, picking up her backpack from the chair. Without another word she slipped quietly from the room.

Graelen tunneled his fingers through his hair in frustration. He could stop her easy enough; with a thought he could lock down the house. But, he suspected holding her prisoner wouldn't get him what he wanted. And what exactly did he want? From the moment he’d heard her voice through the comm system he was entranced. The new sense of power she created within him had him on edge, and he wanted to use it. And, to complicate things more, he'd barely been able to resist forcing himself on her, sinking his cock deep within her.

His cock twitched and energy tingled along his spine as the vision of her supple body beneath him filled his mind. When he looked down his fingertips sparked with the excess energy, sending little vibrating pulses throughout the region.

He ached.

Maybe he needed some time to think things through as well. Yet… Letting her wander back to a nearby motel alone did not sound like a good idea. In a split second decision he decided to follow her to make sure she got there safe. Call it gut instinct or whatever, but something had his senses screaming in protest. Besides, keeping an eye on her from a distance might clear his mind as well as give him more insight as to what else she hadn't told him.

Grae jerked open the bedroom door and headed down the stairs two at a time. When he exited the front door, he saw her car just passing the outer gate. He reached in his pocket for his keys.

“Shit.” He didn't have his keys and didn't have time to go back for them.

He stood still as stone and opened himself to the elements—seeking, searching. A light breeze swirled around him, tickling his skin, awakening him to his surroundings. From nowhere came a female whisper on the wind. Trouble's coming.

He jumped in his Mustang and, with a warm thought directed towards the engine of the car, his eyes darkened and the engine purred to life. A satisfied smile crossed his face as the power singed his nerves, giving him a jolt of sensation fueled by adrenalin that wasn't unlike a high from some of the finest designer drugs. Too bad it only lasted a few seconds. A man could get used to that. That final thought left him frowning. An attitude like that was exactly what would destroy him if he wasn’t careful. Wishing for more every time he used was the first step towards becoming an addict, and with every passing year the urge to resist grew weaker.

Graelen jerked the car in gear and charged after Rena. Enough bullshit.

Minutes later he caught up with her and followed her back to a small motel on the far edge of town only a few miles from his house. He considered looping the block and giving her time