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had been busy searching for her.
    “This hotel is owned by Gabriel Erhard. It is safe and,” he waved a hand to the three laptops he had arranged in a line on the desk, in the small reading nook off to the right of the entry way, “I’ve got complete access to their security system.”
    “How did you manage that? Did you hack them? Or,” she turned to pin him with a mock accusatory stair, “did you use your powers of the mind to gain control of their system?”
    Falcon held back his smile. “Neither.”
    She shrugged, and turned to the glass coffee table that stood between the twin sofas.
    “Well, I’ve heard you’ve got mad skills with computers. And who knows, you could have developed some type of mind control.”
    She paused before the window, trying to redirect her gaze from the rest of the room, but her eyes kept shifting to the raised dais and the pristine white adorned, oversized bed. That particular piece of furniture dominated the left side of the studio style suite.
    She turned her back to the room and faced the windows. Closing her eyes, she forced the erotic fantasies of them tangled in the Egyptian cotton sheets, their limbs wrapped around each other, embracing, their lips…She swallowed back a longing sigh.
    Think about something else. Anything else, she told herself. She quickly replayed his words in her mind and found her subject.
    “Gabriel Erhard?” she asked, her voice more husky than she would have liked. “Isn’t he Dorian Vlakhos’s friend? The outcaste in America?”
    “Yes,” Falcon replied. “He left London about 200 years ago, but he’s been able to maintain control over this portion of the city.”
    “That must infuriate the Red Order,” she added with a silent cheer. “But what makes you think this location is secure?”
    “They would be fools to cross the border. They would be severely outnumbered and out gunned. It would be a suicide mission.”
    “They may think it’s worth it, if they want me badly enough.”
    He nodded and shrugged out his jacket, allowing it to land atop the bag. He crossed the entry platform and descended into the living area. Sonya sensed his every move, though she remained with her back to the room. She fought to keep her eyes on the view, but gave up when his reflection began to play across the glass. She watched him cross to the island in the kitchen.
    Falcon liberated the guns, before removing the hostler. He double-checked the safety, before setting them on the counter. Next, he began emptying his pockets, methodically laying them out, displaying the various weapons in a neat line. His collection consisted of daggers, throwing stars, and tiny explosives about the size of a pin cap, but she knew they could easily level the building if not a city block. He pulled out the tool kit he used to pick the lock of her cell.
    Sonya bit her lip as he peeled the damp shirt over her his head, revealing tight, golden muscle. A fresh wave of heat rushed through her, electrifying every nerve. Her hands circled into fists as she willed herself to remain still. She watched with ravenous eyes as he balled the material and tossed it toward a laundry basket next to the closet. Was there a washer in there? She decided she did not care. With a shiver she silently prayed his pants would be the next item to hit the floor.
    He called her name. The perfection of his rough voice was unlike anything she had ever heard.
    He filled a bowl with hot water and grabbed a fresh dish towel. “We need to get you patched up.”
    He rounded the island and crossed the room to a line of black duffle bags that rested against the wall by the bed. Bending down, he unzipped one and removed a first aid kit. “It might be easier if you lay down.”
    Afraid her voice would betray her desire, she said nothing as she crossed to the bed. Falcon presented her with his back as she peeled off her wet and ruined trench coat. She skillfully removed her corset, years of practice made perfect, then