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Vasilli and Yanka killed her Thanatos and destroyed the bodies of the Thunder Twins. Yanka wanted to kill her and the rest of them. She didn’t anticipate that Anya could block a magical attack.”
    “Only for herself though. If the others live, it is because Yanka wanted them to.”
    “You’re wrong. Anya shielded all of them. Her power mingled with Aramis’s and she blocked Yanka’s attack. It wasn’t perfectly done but it worked for the most part.”
    “If she has that kind of ability, then she may very well be the only thing that could match Yanka. I fear, if she isn’t stopped soon, this world is going to burn.”
    ***
    Aleksandra sat next to the carved wooden bed watching Mychal toss and turn in his sleep. Mychal had been extremely firm with her on the matter of touching him when he was dreaming. Now she was forced to wait out the nightmares and try to comfort him when they were over.
    Mychal was still uneasy in a crowd, but he was slowly becoming accustomed to the other people around him. Helping the Álfr get all of the wounded through the gates had been a turning point. He actually made an effort to appear comfortable around them now, even though he wasn’t. He still carried his “I could kill you before you draw your next breath” aura, but she doubted that would ever change.
    Mychal inhaled deeply and then stilled. His black eyes opened slowly and fixed on her. She smiled gently and offered him a damp cloth. He sat up slowly and ran his hands through his thick black curls before taking it.
    “How long have you been awake?” he asked huskily.
    “About an hour,” she said as she got up, kissed his forehead, and walked to the kitchen. The Álfr had given them all fully self-contained rooms, which Aleksandra was thankful for. She filled a glass with cold water for him and when she turned, he was sitting at the bench. She passed him the water and brushed his hair back from his eyes.
    “Do you want to talk about it?”
    “Nothing to talk about,” he replied as he drank his water. The hurt must’ve shown on her face because he took her hand. “It’s not because I wouldn’t like to tell you. It’s because I can’t remember it.”
    “This better not be you trying to lie to me like you did to Vadim all those years,” she said firmly.
    “Why would I do that?” he asked innocently, a very small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
    “Don’t you dare try to distract me! It’s not going to work about this,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster. Mychal distracted her so easily that it was embarrassing. It would take a cold woman not to respond to him when he was being cheeky and playful. She was slowly getting to know him, but sometimes he made it hard work.
    “Fine, keep your secrets,” she said when he didn’t reply. She turned to go back to bed but he pulled her back, hugging her close to his chest.
    “Thank you,” he whispered.
    “Don’t forget that we are in this together, my heart. You don’t have to carry your burdens alone.”

Chapter Three - Ilya’s Breadcrumbs
    “God, I could murder a cheeseburger right now,” said Fox as she paced.
    “Will you stop talking about cheeseburgers!” snapped Harley, as she scratched at the bandages that covered her wound. “God, this thing is itchy.”
    “I can’t help it. I’m bored. I want a computer. I need distraction or more alcohol.”
    “I’m sure if you asked for a laptop that they would give you one.”
    “I doubt that.”
    “We aren’t prisoners you know. Ask for one or I will ask for you.”
    “How long do you think we need to stay here?”
    “God, Fox, I don’t know. I will go and ask Anya right now.” Harley got off the couch and wandered out into the hallway. She loved Fox with all of her heart but when she was bored, she became intolerable. She found Anya in her chambers dozing on a sun bed, the black circles around her eyes giving her a haunted look that Harley found unnerving.
    “How are you,