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convince the woman she belonged to him?
    “Mating and breeding go together,” Toland said. “I won’t have a child of my own.” The abrupt confession was uncharacteristically frank.
    “The witches have made sure that there are plenty of children who need fathers if you and Lis so desire it.”
    He nodded. “Sadly true.”
    “Go,” Keir said. “Check on your brother. Be with Lis. I’ll admit, I’m jealous that you have a lover to be with after a day like this.”
    Toland grinned. “I’m sure I could convince Lis to share our bed.”
    Keir laughed. “Another time, perhaps.” He withdrew to his quarters, a larger abode near the middle of the compound. Once inside, he sat in a chair next to his bed and watched the woman sleep. What a strange and lovely being. Her hair was the color of golden oak. Her eyebrows were thick but arched as if someone had sculpted them. He stroked his thumb down the sharp curve of her high cheekbone and kept going until it rested over her plump lower lip. Her eyelids fluttered, and her eyes, definitely starry night blue, stared up at him like two jewels he’d give anything to possess.
    She gazed at him, unblinkingly, her eyes widening with fright, her once peaceful face now on full alert. She scrambled backward on his bed until she hit the fabric wall. “Ow,” she said. Her voice was soft and feminine, and his cock hardened in response to her.
    He leaned forward. “Who are you?”
    “Uh-uh,” she said. Easing her injured back off the hard wall. She pointed a shaky finger at him. “Who are you? You’re definitely not a cop, because, damn, you’d stand out like a sore thumb.” She gingerly touched the bump on her forehead, and then recognition flickered in her eyes. “I ran into a tree trying to get away from—” Her eyes widened. “You. You were a wolf.” She covered her eyes. “I’m in Hell. This is definitely Hell.”
    “I am a wolfkind—the alpha. Keir D’San,” he said. “What is a cop? And what is Hell?”
    She sat up, and the covers slipped down revealing her soft, well-shaped breasts. Keir’s shaft throbbed as he tried to keep his gaze on her face.
    Her expression turned from fearful to outraged. “Where are my goddamn clothes?”
     

Chapter Three
    Emma dragged the covers up around her breasts. The indigo blankets looked as if they’d be scratchy as hell, but they felt like the material used in baby blankets. Nevertheless, the last memory she recalled, she had been wearing pants, slippers, and a shirt. Now, other than her thong underwear, and wow, was she reassessing whether that had been a good choice, she wore nothing at all.
    How had she gotten from inside Lucinda Mowry’s vault to being chased by a burning light in the woods and terrified by man-beasts? The man sitting next to the bed, he’d been there, waiting. Turning into creatures that should not exist. “I’m tripping aren’t I?”
    “Tripping?”
    “Yeah, you know.” Fear made her ramble. “Taking a ride on the shroom-wagon. Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Last dance with Mary Jane. Chasing the dragon.”
    “What is a dragon? Why does the sky have diamonds? Explain a shroom-wagon.” Keir’s massive frame got closer as he demanded answers. “These are magic terms? Is your name Mary Jane or Lucy?”
    “I’m Emma Watson.”
    A look of frustration crossed Keir’s face. “You are babbling, woman. Lis should examine your head again.”
    “Keir. It is Keir, right? I’m not really here. You’re a dream. Or I’m dead. Or I accidentally took some acid.” Mike had taught her that a clean mind was a sharp mind, but looking at this guy, with his long brown hair, his whiskey-colored eyes, and arms that could bench press a Mack truck, it was hard to keep it clean. Nooo, she thought. He’s kidnapped me. Stop thinking he’s cute !
    “Why would you take acid? It would kill you.” He peered at her face. “You think you’re dead?”
    “No,” she said. “I mean, yes. No. I don’t