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Rahve answered. Falcon was genuinely amused. Cord watched him with thinly veiled suspicion. "Would you like a drink?"
    "Thank you, that would be lovely."
    Rahve was being summoned from the other side of the room and his dark eyes flickered with annoyance that was easily read. He excused himself and on his way to the agitated woman waving less than discreetly to him, he stopped and directed one of the waiters to bring her a glass of champagne.
    "Be careful around him," Cord advised. "He's interested in you."
    She stared at him, eyebrow raised. "You can tell that from hello, can you?"
    "I've known Rahve a lot of years, baby," he said, tone ominous. "He enjoys dangerous games."
    "And you don't?" There was ice in her voice, making the words caustic in tone.
    Cord's blue and green gaze was hard when he met hers, and she shivered.
    "You like my games," he stated. "Rahve plays by different rules."
    She shrugged with false indifference and strolled into the crowd, fully aware of Cord's eyes watching every move she made. The night was going to be a long one. The thought had barely passed into her awareness when she felt someone staring at her, the look almost a tangible touch that brushed her spine and made her entire body tingle.
    There are things Cord should have told you. Rahve's voice was inside her head somehow and she looked around, trying to locate him in the large crowd. Chills that had nothing to do with the actual temperature make her quiver. She closed her eyes, her equilibrium gone as the room faded to grey shadows. Her last thought was that she'd never fainted in her life, and this was not the time to start.
    * * *
    Deluna woke in a quiet room. Subdued lighting and soft music created an atmosphere of tranquility. She sighed and smiled, loving the sense of serene peace that filled her.
    "Welcome back to the real world."
    Her eyes flew open and she gasped. Sitting at the foot of a huge bed was Rahve Falcon, his presence filling the room. He was a gorgeous man; even more attractive than Cord, and until tonight she really hadn't believed that was possible. It wasn't his physical appearance that made him so alluring, though, it was the sense of power that he wore as easily as he did his designer suit. When you looked at Rahve you could easily believe he controlled everything around him effortlessly.
    "Where's Cord?"
    Rahve's smile was tinged with irony. "I would have thought you'd have something vastly more amusing to say than that."
    She sat up and realized she was covered by a sheet and nothing more. She clutched the satiny material to her and her panicked gaze swept the room. A slash of scarlet caught her eye and she recognized her dress draped over a chair.
    "What the hell happened to me?"
    "You fainted at my party," he told her. "Cord believes you were drugged. Impossible given you hadn't consumed even a mouthful of champagne. Of course you might have taken something prior to coming here."
    Deluna ignored the last part of Rahve's statement. "Where is he?" She heard the breath of fear in her voice, and Rahve shook his head, clearly recognizing the emotion.
    "I'll send him in when he's finished seeing that the guests have left."
    "How long have I been out?"
    Rahve's smile wasn't reassuring.
    "Most of the evening," he said. "We'll talk more when I've checked on things downstairs."
    "I want to go home."
    Again, the flash of irrational disappointment in his eyes, but he nodded. "I'll tell my driver and Cord."
    "Did you have something to do with me passing out?"
    Rahve turned, his gaze dark.
    "Why would you ask?"
    "The last thing I remember is your voice in my head, even though you were on the other side of the room," she whispered, afraid he'd answer, and equally afraid he would tell her she was crazy and imagining things.
    "What did I say?"
    She frowned and tried to recall the exact words. When she looked at him and spoke, her voice was barely audible. "Something about things he should have told me. What things?"
    "Ask