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approval at her answer and Cassandra suddenly understood.
    “Do you mean to tell me, I broke through some kind of…ah…”
    “Memory shifting.” Cole moved forward and stopped, making her shift her
    attention between the two men. “It’s a technique used to move unpleasant experiences to dormant portions of the victim’s mind. Congratulations, Cassandra. Dyne is considered one of the best memory shifters on the planet. Breaking through his work took a lot of skill.”
    More like dumb luck . There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she absorbed Cole’s words. His voice sounded a little too final. She turned her attention to Dyne.
    “Fine. You’ll just have to do a better job this time around.”
    His face tightened with an unrelenting look. “My apologies, darmasha , but you have too great a command of your natural psychic abilities.”
    “My what?”
    Dyne offered her a grin. A cocky sort of male appreciation of her talents. The kind of look you got from a guy when you managed to change a flat tire without asking for help. “You will also become accustomed to understanding that psychic senses are a reality, although not in the manner your movies portray them. They are simply another sense that can be used to deepen your perception of life.”
    Cassandra took a step away from the finality of Dyne’s words. She lifted a hand and waved a finger in a negative motion at both of them. “I am not going to get used to anything. So what if I remembered being kidnapped? I can live with the memory. Send me home.”
    “Send you back to incarceration?” Cole wasn’t trying to be gentle anymore. His voice was edged with harsh displeasure. Cassandra snapped her eyes to his and stiffened as she caught the flare of determination blazing through his.
    “My life isn’t your problem, Somerton. I want to go home, that’s all you need to think about.”
    “Wrong.” Cole wrapped his fingers around the hand she held in front of her like a shield. For some reason, that gesture abraded his temper, demanding action on his part. Any barrier between them felt wrong. There was an urgency ringing through his head to smash every barrier she erected into bits immediately. He pulled her forward as he stepped towards her, to close the space between them. Savage enjoyment surged through him as her scent became stronger. Her eyes were filled with resentment and anger but there was also a flare of excitement that pleased him immensely. He intended to investigate that interest just as soon as possible and the first step was to make sure she stayed in his world.
    “On Alcandar, honor is more important than career advancement. We are warriors, Cassandra, and that means a great deal to us. I will not return you to a place where you are mistreated because of other people’s actions.”
    Her eyes were wide with disbelief. Cole stroked her face with the back of one hand and she shivered as their skin connected. She instantly jerked to break his hold. Cole let her loose before she ended up bruised by his superior strength. That was the warrior in him, that constant control over his body. Alcandian warriors spent their lifetime dedicated to protecting. Even in the grip of passion, a warrior was expected to treat his female gently. One tiny bruise, inflicted without her permission, was intolerable. No excuse accepted.
    “You’re insane, Somerton.” But she wished she were instead. That way, this wouldn’t be real. A little shock treatment and she’d be just fine. A bolt of electricity would snap her mind back into reality real fast.
    Her sarcasm failed miserably.
    Frustration flooded her as she struggled against its suffocating strength. She was powerless to help herself return to Earth. The wound that fact ripped in her heart was raw and painful. She looked at Dyne in the hope of finding some shred of relenting. Instead, the warrior offered her a kind smile. The sort of look you got right before your parents grounded you. Dyne