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see while trying to yank free of Elijah’s hold.
    Two female professors moved aside, creating a gap where Monroe suddenly stood. Dark leather, mussed, dirty-blond hair, and smoldering green eyes.
    Not dark eyes, after all.
    The corner of his mouth turned up, and a bracket appeared around the bad-boy smile that made her nipples bunch instantly. Her heart squeezed.
    In the background, she caught Elijah’s demands that she not look into the eyes of a Mindchanger. She lost herself for a long moment in those green depths, waiting for him to feed, which humans the Mindchangers had fed on said was better than sex.
    A soft finger trailed up her bare outer thigh, and she whipped around in shock.
    The intern who had been cozied in the crook of Elijah’s arm was stroking Magda with one slender, red-tipped finger. Magda’s gaze followed the finger’s journey back down to her knee.
    On his feet now Elijah shoved the girl away and tightened his grasp on Magda. “We’re going. Now.”
    A scream came from the front of the house, and it wasn’t one of bliss. The shriek curdled and broke.
    Monroe whirled in a blur of black as two other Mindchangers burst into the room, searching, searching.
    Locking on Magda.
    Her heart stuttered as they rushed Monroe.
    “Monroe!” The cry burst from her without thought. He retracted his feelers, leaving her icy and alone as he reached for the knife strapped to his thigh and jerked it free. The crowd gave a collective gasp and plastered themselves against the walls. Silence reigned.
    All of a sudden, a huge Mindchanger with long black hair was at her side. His gaze flicked over her rose-gold micro-minidress and down her bare legs to her heels. “Nice,” he drawled, then grabbed his head as if he’d just been struck.
    “Get away from her,” Elijah growled.
    The girl ran her finger up Magda’s thigh, dangerously close to the undercurve of her ass. What was wrong with her? Was she drunk? Elijah knew how to pick the classiest women.
    Magda slapped her hand away, every fiber of her being straining after Monroe.
    The metallic clashing noises of a knife fight sounded, and the Mindchanger beside her grunted. “Name’s Keefe. I’m with Monroe.”
    And they’re not with him.
    “No,” he answered, his voice as gritty as gravel on asphalt. He shook himself suddenly.
    Elijah stepped between Magda and Keefe. He was a full head shorter than the supernatural, and his preppy sport coat and khaki pants made him look weak in the face of all that black leather. It crisscrossed Keefe’s thick chest in bands that accentuated the muscles.
    She stood on her toes to see Monroe. Her knees weakened. A fog filled her mind.
    “Fuck,” Keefe said as the air was sucked from the room and everyone was frozen.
     
    AS THE FREE Will stared into Magda’s eyes and sipped from her beautiful thoughts, Monroe’s anger bubbled up and over, a warhead.
    He threw his mind.
    The cerebral boom was never used, and most Mindchangers couldn’t perform it. But he was strong after gobbling Magda’s emotion. Her fascination bled from her like the sweetest honey.
    The Free Wills turned to statues as Monroe froze the cortexes of their brains. Every human’s and even Keefe’s mind came to a grinding halt.
    Air was sucked out of the space like a vacuum.
    It held. Back-built. Then exploded.
    The air rippled with his power, distorting the room, blurring the horrified, frozen faces of the party guests. Dust cascaded from the plaster ceiling, hanging in the air around the humans, who couldn’t even think to cough.
    The concussion sent Keefe stumbling. His ass struck the floor, and he was thrown back, arms outstretched, completely pinned by Monroe’s fury.
    All activity ceased. Not a single brain cell shifted in the fractured atmosphere.
    Except Magda’s.
    Across the space Monroe looked at her. Her mind opened to his, and relief flooded him with the realization that the Free Will had only stolen a fragment of her thought.
    “…come for