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guns out to check the magazines. She got a glimpse of his shoulder, but saw no visible signs of where the bullet had entered. How odd . He hooked steel stars to his belt and strapped a dagger to his right thigh.
    “That’s some hardware.” And she wasn’t just talking about the weapons.
    He gave her a cocky grin as if he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. “You need to get up and take care of any necessities.” He raked a lustful gaze over her covered breasts before saying, “Get dressed and meet me outside in ten minutes.”
    Under different circumstances, she might find this whole situation interesting and plead with Dagan to come back to bed so she could explore his incredible body. Unfortunately, it was all too real and she needed to remember that. She still didn’t understand why anyone would be after her and she planned to grill her kidnapper/savior for answers.
     
    Dagan started the car and turned the heater and blower on high. A good three inches of snow had fallen last night. He got out and scraped chunks of ice from the windows. By the time he got back into the vehicle, the heater had begun melting the remaining ice and warming the car to a more comfortable temperature. He checked the gas tank, which showed a half tank left. It should be enough to get Reese back to her house.
    “Dagan.”
    “Flame?” Through the mind link, Flame’s thoughts came in loud and clear.
    “Where in hell and damnation are you?”
    “I’m in Colorado, twenty-first century. A strong congregation of galla is here. I came to investigate.”
    “Did you find them?”
    Flame, son of Utu and Dagan’s best friend, was a time walker, like himself.
    “They were after a woman.” A fiery woman with spunk, he thought, but he didn’t let Flame hear it.
    “Did you stop them?”
    “Yes, for the time being.”
    “Where are you now?”
    “They attacked us at her house, so after I dispatched them, I took her to a motel.”
    “By all the gods, you mean she saw everything and you haven’t wiped her yet?”
    “No . ”
    “Well, wipe her clean and get back here. Pyre is having a conniption because you haven’t picked up your weapons yet. You know how he is when he’s anxious to show you something new he’s created.”
    “I will do it today once I get her back home and post a guard.”
    “Okay. Stay true to the cause my friend.”
    “Always.”
    Dagan grabbed the cell phone from his coat and dialed. “Rufus, it’s Dagan.”
    “Do you know what time it is, purebred?” said the sleepy voice on the other end of the phone.
    “Of course I do.”
    “Then why the hell are you calling me?”
    “I need you to guard a human for me.”
    “Trouble?” the man asked, now more alert.
    As a doghume , a human with special abilities who helped the time walkers in their quest, Rufus had worked with him on numerous occasions when he’d been in this century.
    “I’m afraid so. Go to the house, make sure no sentries are waiting then stay out of sight.”
    “I’m getting dressed now. Give me the address.”
    Dagan recited the address to Rufus and hung up. At least that would help. The hard part would be performing the go’ras on Reese. He should never have touched her, but caressing her soft skin and holding her close while they slept made his fingers burn to play with her breasts again.
     
    Red particles clumped together to form Feral, the captain of the squad Kur had sent to capture the Whittaker woman. The gaping hole in his chest was the last thing to close.
    Kur, King of the Underworld, lounged in his throne room. He needed the galla to bring him some humans. He hated these times in between feedings when he got weaker. The weakness kept him secluded in Divinity, the ironic name he’d given his kingdom in the Underworld.
    “What happened?” he asked Feral.
    “A time walker…Dagan.”
    Anger lit across Kur’s face and he jumped to his feet. “Dagan?” He growled. “Damn.” The time walker’s presence was