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attack. And maybe curl into a ball on her bed and cry. She really didn’t want anyone around when she broke down.
    Hey, Wen, rude much? They are here to protect us and what they say does make sense. I personally don’t want a repeat engagement with that Vance character. Besides, I like them, especially the one they called Juliet, the one who held me, there’s energy about her which I find extremely appealing. Salt’s soothing tone had the opposite effect on her, filling her with a jealous rage.
    Fine, why don’t you just go ahead a leave with her then? She knew it was childish, even mean spirited of her. She just couldn’t seem to care at the moment. It all was too much. Adding the sudden attraction she felt toward the blond hunk in front of her didn’t help much either.
    Wen, you aren’t acting like yourself right now so I’ll ignore what you just said. Salt’s beautiful blue eyes narrowed on her for only a moment before he turned and started weaving around Juliet’s legs with a deep satisfying purr.
    And just like that, her anger drained out of her, leaving behind the feeling of inevitability in its wake. “You really won’t just leave me in peace, will you?” she asked, her gaze lifted and caught in a pair of warm brown eyes.
    Damn, they were so pretty. All brown with gold flecks catching the light. She could lose herself in those eyes.
    “Not that I can’t sympathize with you, Miss Gwen, but that would not be the wisest thing to do.” Arthur gave her a small smile, only a slight lifting of those full lips of his.
    Her breath caught at the beauty of that smile and knew if he were to give her a full-on grin, she would be lost. As it stood she firmly quelled the urge to find a way to make him smile for her again. The reaction he had on her irritated her like rubbing fur the wrong way.
    “I was afraid you would say that,” Gwen huffed out, pulling a crystal out of the back pocket of her jeans and raised her hands, calling on her power. It jolted through her body like jumping beans a brief moment, seconds really before it settled into a growing surge of power infusing her hands with a bright golden light.
    The small dark-haired woman shouted a warning a split second before her golden light blasted out of her hands, spreading out to surround all five of her would-be rescuers. She heard the angry yowl of Salt, but raised her shields so she wouldn’t be diverted from the spell she weaved.
    A deep green light erupted from Merci’s hands, meeting the incoming spell with one of her own. She gasped at so much power and knew she was no match for the petite woman. She never had time to reinforce her shield against the onslaught of power as it hit her hard in the solar plexus, lifting her off the floor and back to crash into the wall with bruising force. As her body met plaster, cracking the dry wall, she felt the pain radiating from her spine and out to her limbs. She slid down the wall, too weak to do anything but lay in a pain-filled stupor on the floor as her world spun out of control around her. The sensation brought back memories of being on a tilt-a-whirl as a young child. She didn’t like it then, and she sure as hell didn’t like the horrid feeling now.
    Now that was a smart move, she thought as a wall of darkness rose over her. Then she remembered nothing.

Chapter Three
    Bodies swayed to the driving beat piped in and pushed out with blaring intensity, aided by the speakers bolted to the walls. Blue and red lights flashed dimly through the thick haze of cigarette smoke. The stench of it coalesced with the odor of sweat and heavy perfumes in a clash of scents as disharmonious as the music.
    Darius Roark leaned his elbows on the bar and basked in the press of humanity intent on living in the moment, without a thought of what repercussions inevitably dished out tomorrow. He almost envied them their recklessness. He scanned the room, his eyes lingering on the velveteen rope blocking the staircase, which lead