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    Titania let Houston and Laney coddle her, getting her unseen into her hotel room. She almost fainted when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, covered and streaked with blood. No wonder Houston lost it.
    She palmed the snarled length of hair behind her, grimacing at the soggy dirt and grime. “Shower,” she told her reflection. She stripped and climbed in, sagging under the hot water, exhaustion and more overpowering her. All at once, she began to shake as the night crashed into her.
    She needed to purge the overflow of emotional signals out of her system. The constant torment onstage, punishing her mental barriers without respite. The strangled incapability to help. There had even been the strong ebb and flow of Diego’s loneliness, twisted and warped because Brakka had been so overwhelming.
    Tears fell unheeded down her face. The hottest water she could stand coursed over her. Sobs wracked her body. The aftermath of enduring such strong emotions for so long engulfed her. She’d never been exposed for so long to someone so…evil. So empty.
    “Cara, please, do not cry.”
    She screamed at the sound of the voice, leaping so hard, so fast in the shower, she crashed against the wall.
    “How are you talking to me?” Her voice shook with a fear she’d never tasted.
    “I can feel your distress.”
    “How?” she choked, her teeth chattering.
    “I have touched your mind.” It was a simple explanation, and it terrified Titania.
    “You touched me? Oh, God,” she whimpered. “I thought I imagined your…” She licked her lips. “Your voice.” She peeked beyond the curtain with trembling fingers, but the small bathroom remained empty, the door closed tight.
    She stopped the water, her eyes roving constantly as she yanked a towel from the hanging rod to wrap herself in.
    “Where are you?” she asked hesitantly.
    “I am near the club.”
    “And you can still talk to me?” Her damp skin chilled. She scooped the curtain out of her way and plopped down on the tub’s edge, her legs refusing to hold her.
    “I could not ignore your pain. You are suffering because of me. You helped me.”
    She heard the note of wonderment in his tone, and felt a little less threatened by the unusual contact. “I had to,” she admitted very quietly.
    “And I am in your debt. You will now and always be under my protection.”
    She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
    “It is not important this evening. Rest, Titania.”
    She was exhausted. Her entire body trembled in waves a few minutes later when she managed to get her feet beneath her once more. Cautiously, she opened the door outward to her suite, searching every corner, only to find an empty room.
    She dropped the towel and tugged on a T-shirt to sleep in with rushed jerks. She knew it was only her but she never felt completely alone, as if someone waited just behind her. There wasn’t a threatening feeling to it, but it was a foreign sensation. She didn’t understand it.
    “Diego?”
    “Yes?” His voice shimmered intimately between them.
    A soft gasp of surprise slipped past her lips. “All I have to do is think of you, talk to you, and you can hear me?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re a telepath, aren’t you?”
    “No.”
    “Oh,” she said contemplatively. Her brow drew down and she palmed her brush, the familiar weight sinking into her stunned mind. She pushed her fears aside to figure this out. There were people like her out there. She was a prime example, and Titania wasn’t the only one. There was no doubt of that.
    “What are you?” She dragged the brush through her hair, straightening the long tresses.
    “That is best left for some other night. You have had a rough evening already.”
    She listened to the way he talked to her. Even though it was incredibly different, the way he spoke didn’t frighten her. The more she heard, the less frightened she became by the subtle touch of his voice. She could sense the strength he had, a