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definite controlled power. He was gifted in a way she could hardly guess at. Her circle of experience was limited to herself and Laney. Diego was an unknown and at the same time, he intrigued her.
    She pulled her hand through her hair distractedly. “Diego, why are you so lonely?” she asked a few moments later, her curiosity rising, remembering the desolation she had felt from him earlier in the evening.
    “Are you always this curious?” There was a sound of humor to his reply.
    “Unfortunately,” she told him. She’d been told it was a fault of hers more than once. “I felt you the same way I did Brakka, only on a different level.” She shook her head, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were sparkling. “This isn’t normal,” she muttered.
    A smile formed easily when she heard laughter. Rich, easy laughter. “ Whoever gave you the explanation for normal obviously never knew you, or me. Rest, Titania. I need to take care of my wounds, and I want to know you are safe and asleep before I leave you completely.”
    She gasped, instantly disturbed he was seeing to her comforts before his own, which were far worse. “You haven’t treated your arm? And you’ve been talking to me? Go, now. I mean it,” she ordered, very upset that he was neglecting himself when he was the one who had been seriously injured.
    The reflection before her frowned when she heard his voice. He was still taking care of her first. “ You have warmed me with your company, cara. I will find you again, soon. Promise me you will rest.”
    She rolled her eyes. “If it will get you to take care of yourself, I’ll promise anything. Now go!”
    His laughter was warm again. “ Good night, cara.”
    “Good night, Diego,” she whispered, her eyes drifting closed for just a moment. There was almost an actual feeling, or really a lack of it, and she knew he was gone.
    She ran the brush through her hair a few more times, thinking. Who was Diego? How gifted was he? How was he able to talk to her from a distance?
    Why did Brakka hate him so much? She shook her head lightly, unable to even guess. Diego felt different, but she was beginning to think he and Brakka had the same abilities. There was a certain emptiness in both of them. Brakka had touched death many times, his soul destroyed for it.
    She pursed her lips, her thoughts tumbling faster. Diego had an emptiness, true, but she didn’t feel threatened by him. There was something about him, though. A cold something. Something dangerous. Maybe even more dangerous than Brakka because it was so well hidden, so controlled that it had taken her this long to recognize it as a threat. She shivered once, wondering how dangerous he may be after all.
    A huge yawn stole over her, stopping her musing thoughts, releasing more of the evening’s tension and strain out of her system. She didn’t have nights like this often, if ever. She couldn’t recall anyone ever affecting her as deeply as Brakka, or the need to help come over her so strongly either. And she’d helped thousands through the years.
    “Cara? You are not in bed.” His admonishing tone drifted into her thoughts, and she jumped on the small bench in front of the vanity mirror. Peering into the glass, she searched the bedroom suite behind her in reaction. It didn’t matter that she knew she was alone. Diego felt close.
    “I’m going,” she snapped with a surly tiredness. “Right now.” She tossed her head in defiance. “Don’t go getting all bossy on me, buster. I have enough people who take my care too personally as it is.”
    “Do not make me worry, and there will be no problems,” he told her apathetically. She huffed in answer.
     
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    Inside the body of the owl, Diego fought the laughter, wings ruffling while he watched Titania show her feisty side. He settled onto the windowsill, waiting while she crawled into bed. He projected a quick command, pushing her into deep sleep faster. She would not suffer because of