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Retrievers’ unwritten rules was to never provide proof. He had to get those digital files. Or destroy her camera.
    As well, he had a moral obligation to make sure she was safe before bringing her home. He couldn’t drop her off in the middle of this small town. She’d be a target. Why the harpies had pursued her was beyond him. Perhaps they’d been following the tracker’s vibrations, and when he’d gotten too close to her they had picked up her scent and gone with it. Harpies were flesh eaters. Though, if hungry, why hadn’t they simply gone for the children on the swings?
    Why were they even in the mortal realm? Their habitat was Faery.
    A bone-twanging screech alerted his attention to the left. Crossbow at the ready, he tracked the creature soaring overhead. The other was out of sight. Until he heard the screech behind him.
    And the woman’s scream.
    Releasing the trigger, the arrow caught the first bird in the heart. It faltered into a death spin and dropped out of sight behind a wood fence. Bron quickly reloaded. A whoosh of wings moved his hair. He ducked, landing on one knee, and twisted to see the harpie’s claw extend toward the woman’s head. She plunged to the tarmac. His arrow found its target.
    He lunged to grab her arm and pull her forward to avoid the heavy drop of the creature’s body. She clung to him, her body heaving, breaths gasping. Moonlight caught in a glint on the tiny gold cross she wore on a delicate chain about her neck. But before he could begin to consider the sensual curves hugging his torso and the warm, fresh scent of her, she pushed away and shuffled backward.
    Her shoulders hugged the brick building. “So not a cool first date,” she said.
    â€œDate?”
    Ah. She was joking. More points for bravery on her part.
    The harpie’s body glowed and burned without flame. The embers quickly dissipated, leaving behind a scatter of black feathers.
    â€œBut that was cool,” she said. She patted her chest, then snapped her fingers. She’d left the camera in the truck.
    And Bron had veered madly off course.
    â€œGet in,” he said. “More could follow.”
    She quickly got into the vehicle.
    He tugged the crystal tracker out of his pocket and turned it over. Around the edges it glowed a soft blue.
    â€œWhat is that?” she asked. “Is that what you were looking at when I first saw you in the park?”
    â€œThis?” He leaned back and flipped it between his fingers, but then it suddenly shot out of his hand.
    And landed right on the woman’s chest.
    â€œWhat the hell?” He reached for it, but she slapped his hand away. “Sorry.”
    â€œWhat is it?” She didn’t try to touch it but was clearly afraid of whatever it was attached to her T-shirt. It had landed right above her breast, which Bron couldn’t help but notice was nicely shaped and—ah hell, no, it stuck to her .
    â€œAre you wearing metal? Something magnetic under your shirt? Maybe a bra with a metal ring in the strap?”
    â€œI, uh... No bra today.”
    Yep, he noticed that now. Her nipples were pert and erect.
    â€œWhat is it? Why is it stuck to me?” She pried gently at it, and the tracker came away briefly but then snapped back to nestle on top of her breast. “Get it off me!”
    Why did it stick to her? Made from crystal and infused with Light magic, it wasn’t even magnetic. It shouldn’t be reacting this way. On the other hand, he had no idea what its properties were.
    Bron reached for the tracker, more than willing to pry it from her breast, but then he paused. A realization hit him hard. “Blessed Herne. Really?”
    The director hadn’t specified the heart he sought would be live and beating inside someone’s chest.

Chapter 3
    K izzy peeled the weird little piece of glass from her shirt and handed it to Bron. He clasped his fingers over it, closed his eyes and shook