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two lovers?
    Finally that all-consuming gaze left her, and she was able to breathe. Sabin dropped Chris and the bastard fell to the ground, unconscious. She knew he still lived because she could hear the rush of blood in his veins, the crackle of air filling his lungs.
    â€œWho are these women?” a blond warrior said. He had bright blue eyes and a lovely face that promised compassion and safety, but he was not the one Gwensuddenly imagined herself curling next to and sleeping beside peacefully. Deeply. Safely . Finally.
    All these months, she’d been afraid to sleep, knowing Chris would have loved to take her unaware. So she’d slumbered in short, shallow spurts, never relaxing her guard. Sometimes she’d had to refrain from simply giving herself to the evil man in exchange for the prospect of closing her eyes and sinking into dark oblivion.
    A black-haired, violet-eyed mountain stepped forward, eyeing the cells surrounding Gwen’s. “Dear gods. That one is pregnant.”
    â€œSo is that one.” This speaker had multicolored hair, pale skin and eyes as brilliant a blue as his blond friend’s, though this man’s were rimmed with a darker shade. “What kind of bastards keep pregnant females in these conditions? This is low even for Hunters.”
    The females in question were banging on the glass, begging for help, for freedom.
    â€œAnyone hear what they’re saying?” the mountain asked.
    â€œI do,” Gwen answered automatically.
    Sabin turned to her. That brown gaze no longer sleeked with red once more honed in on her, probing, searching…perusing.
    A shiver danced the length of her spine. Could he hear her? Her eyes widened as he strode to her cell, sheathing a knife at his waist. Heightened as her senses were, she caught the barest hint of sweat, lemon and mint. She inhaled deeply, savoring every nuance. For so long, she’d smelled nothing but Chris and his overpowering cologne, his pungent drugs and the terror of the other females.
    â€œYou can hear us?” Sabin’s timbre was as rough as his features and should have grated her nerves like sandpaper, but somehow soothed her like a caress.
    Tentatively, she nodded.
    â€œCan they?” He pointed to the other prisoners.
    She shook her head. “Can you hear me?”
    He, too, shook his head. “I’m reading your lips.”
    Oh. That meant he’d been—was—watching her intently, even when his head had been turned. The knowledge was not unpleasant.
    â€œHow do we open the glass?” he asked.
    Her lips pressed in a stubborn line, and she dared a quick look at the heavily armed, blood-coated predators behind him. Should she tell him? What if they planned to rape her fellow prisoners, just as the others had done? Just as she’d feared?
    His harsh expression softened. “We haven’t come to harm you. You have my word. We just want to free you.”
    She didn’t know him, knew better than to trust him, but pushed to shaky legs anyway and lumbered to the glass. Up close like this, she realized that Sabin towered over her and his eyes were not brown as she’d supposed. Rather, they were ringed with amber, coffee, auburn and bronze, a symphony of colors. Thankfully, the glow of red was still gone. Had she imagined it those times?
    â€œWoman?” he said.
    If he opened the cell as promised…if she could gather her courage and not freeze in place as was her habit…escape would finally be possible. The hope she’d denied earlier sprang to life, unstoppable and tantalizing, tempered only by the thought that she might cruelly and brutally destroy these possible saviors without meaning to.
    Don’t worry. Unless they try to harm you, your beast will remain caged . One wrong move from them, though…
    Worth the risk, she thought, saying, “Stones.”
    His brow furrowed. “Bones?”
    Swallowing the lump in her throat, she lifted one of