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minutes.” He panted. “If I’m not back by then, mount up and ride out.” Blinking his surroundings into focus, he caught his breath hard.
    “Will do.” Church continued staring at Isabeau, and didn’t that make Dillon want to separate the male’s head from his neck? Church’s rapt attention gnawed on his nerves. Not his problem .
    Dillon nudged Mason with his boot. “Didn’t your momma teach you it’s not polite to stare?”
    His shoulders tensed for a split second before relaxing. “What Momma don’t know…”
    Dillon figured he had two choices. Either he pretended a crowd of males ogling Isabeau didn’t bother him— hell yes it did —or he gouged their eyes out, which he’d regret later. Probably.
    “Turn around.” He raised his voice. “All of you.”
    “Excuse me?” Mason mimed cleaning out his ears.
    Church shook his head, breaking his trance. “Did you say something?”
    The glare Dillon shot Church shut him up fast. Too bad it didn’t work half as well on Mason.
    “Turn your asses around before I plant my boot in them.”
    Chuckling, Mason gave him his back. “Remember to mind your manners.”
    “What manners?” Church grunted. “If he’s got any, I haven’t seen them.”
    “Thanks,” Dillon said flatly. He reined in Diani as she danced in place. “Keep an eye out.”
    Mason quipped, “Soon as you get out of kicking distance.”
    With a final glare, Dillon urged the mare from the road and into the sand. She ran flat out until Isabeau was in hearing range. His questionable manners evaporated the same as the spit in his mouth when he got a good look at her. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    Sheer fabric bound Isabeau’s breasts and tied behind her nape. Her midriff was bare. More of the same gauzy material formed a long skirt she’d tucked beneath and around her thighs. Somehow she was more indecent half covered than she would have been if she had ridden nude.
    He shifted in the saddle and swallowed the appreciative sound in the back of his throat.
    Sand sprayed him as her mount skidded to a stop. “I came to see you.”
    He flicked his gaze down her body. “Dressed like that?”
    “It’s past midnight.” Her cheeks were rosy from windburn. “No one will notice.”
    “Several males noticed.” His voice lowered to a rumble. “I noticed.”
    “Well then, I apologize.” She grinned as her horse sidestepped then broke into a run.
    “Wait—you can’t just…” Dillon clamped his mouth shut. She left him staring after the smooth expanse of her back, wondering what the hell had gotten into her. “Females,” he muttered, urging his horse after hers.
    Her laughter floated to him, urged him on. She enjoyed running. Good. He liked to chase.
    Instinct made his wings twitch beneath their glamour. He struggled to keep them confined. From the first whiff of her, they had begun tingling as blood rushed to turn his carmine wings crimson. What would she think if she saw the effect she had on him? No glamour between them.
    If she had any sense, she’d run . Only this time, she would be wise not to let him catch her.
    Fragmented bits of nightmare drifted through his mind, a warning to protect her from him.
    Eliya straddled his hips, her cries of pleasure cut short by the noose he cinched around her neck. Her claws dug into her throat. Pale skin tore. Her gasps turned desperate, her gaze tagging the door. He tightened his hold, aroused for the first time since entering her rooms and terrified because of it. His hold slipped. Choking, she called for her guards. The rest…blurred.
    Five minutes. Isabeau had been at the colony for five minutes and he was grasping for control. When she veered toward the stable, he followed. So did the crowd. She had dismounted and passed her reins to the stable hand by the time Diani cleared the aisle. Her smile said I won .
    Was she oblivious to the chaos her arrival stoked among the colonists? She must be.
    Once his feet hit the