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silver-plated hairbrush lying on the countertop. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the heavy feel of the brush, on the ridges of the metal beneath her fingertips. It heated in her palm as the memories drifted to her in waves. She caught glimpses of the brush passing from one set of fingers to another in preparation for storage. Other than that? Nothing.
    Like everything else she’d touched in this room, the brush was new, and no true memories had been associated with it yet.
    Crap.
    She released the brush and it fell to the marble countertop with a loud clang . She walked into the bedroom and slumped onto the bed. It would have been nice to learn a little more about the brothers, but the objects in this room weren’t telling their stories. The men’s odd language made it obvious they weren’t from around here. But if they were foreign, their American accents were perfect.
    For the millionth time, Brynn’s mind wandered to Keegan. He was similar to his brothers in so many ways—certainly no more strikingly handsome than they were—but something about him called to her, made her hormones go into overdrive. For God’s sake, she’d almost kissed him earlier.
    If only she could trust that he really was just trying to protect her. But certain things about his story didn’t make sense. Something was off. They knew about her abilities, for one. And about this Mammon guy, who was supposedly tracking her just because she happened to be the ancestor of some long-dead Egyptian priest. Who the hell did that, anyway?
    Brynn sighed, feeling a knot of tension curl up between her temples. She was probably being a total idiot for not being more freaked out. After all, someone who wanted to protect you didn’t generally knock you into unconsciousness and then keep you imprisoned. No matter how nice the prison. But Keegan didn’t feel dangerous—at least not in a psycho killer sort of way.
    This was all so confusing.
    The door to her room unlocked with a click , jarring her from her jumbled thoughts. Brynn rose as Keegan opened the door. He leaned against the doorjamb. “How are you doing?”
    She fought to calm the sudden racing of her heart as she drank in the sight of him by the doorway. How could he affect her so intensely? “I’m fine, but I’ve got a lot of unanswered questions. And I don’t like being locked away.”
    He nodded, an expression of understanding on his face. “I’m sorry about that, but it’s for your protection.”
    “Don’t I get to decide how I should be protected?” She crossed her arms, trying her hardest to look pissed off instead of conflicted.
    His brows knitted, and he pressed his lips together. “Not this time.”
    Brynn swallowed her exasperated sigh and tried for reason. “Listen, if what you said earlier about protecting me is true, then you’re being a caveman. You seem to think you can just club me over the head and drag me away, no questions asked, but it doesn’t work like that anymore.”
    He chuckled. “Believe me, if I was a caveman, we wouldn’t be talking right now.”
    She opened her mouth to retort, but then closed it as the innuendo behind his words struck her with all the force of a speeding bullet.
    He couldn’t have meant it like that.
    Keegan reddened, likely realizing what he’d implied, and cleared his throat. “I meant if I was a caveman, I wouldn’t have bothered explaining anything to you.”
    “Oh.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
    “We’ll talk some more over dinner. Come on.”
    He didn’t have to tell her twice.
    Brynn strode forward, trying not to show her discomfort when Keegan didn’t give her enough space to walk by without touching him. Her heart thumped as she slid past him. Whether from fear or excitement, she couldn’t tell. The heat of his arm seared her shoulder.
    Pausing, she turned to face him. “Are you feeling okay?”
    “Yes.” He wrinkled his brow. “Why do you ask?”
    “You feel so warm,” she said.