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    He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. She saw Renaud shaking his head and turning toward a group of young people.
    Before she could catch her breath, War was leading her into a boisterous two-step that left everyone slightly winded at the end.
    The band graciously struck up a romantic ballad afterward, and War pulled her into his strong arms. She put one hand on his thick shoulder and rested the other at his trim waist. The Sheriff ran a hand down her back, pressing her small, thin body into his hard muscular one. He hummed along with the melody until she began to relax and let her head rest upon his chest. It was wonderful.
    “Well, aren't you the cutest little thing?” Lorelei heard as she felt a rough hand grasp her shoulder, squeeze tightly, and pull hard. She stumbled.
    She didn't think the woman really meant that she was actually “the cutest little thing.” Her medallion flashed yellow, automatically alerting Renaud that she'd been injured. She stroked the glowing amber stone at her neck.
    Rubbing her shoulder, a confused Lorelei looked at the woman now holding the Sheriff's bulky arm pressed against her body. This woman wasn't one of them , why did she want to cause her pain? Lorelei was disoriented. Pain always made her mind feel fuzzy for a few minutes. Where was her brother?
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    “Introduce me to your little friend, War,” his new companion purred. War looked down at the woman clutching him with amusement.
    “Natalie, this is Lorelei Allemande. Lorelei...” War began the introductions but he got no further. To his surprise, Renaud walked up.
    Renaud offered the two a tight smile and nodded at Natalie. War saw that his nephew's blue eyes were blazing. He could smell the anger pouring off of him. Renaud was adjusting his collar.
    “Nice to meet you, Natalie. See you later, Sheriff,” he whispered closely into Lorelei's ear. She parroted the words to the couple standing in front of her.
    War couldn't believe the boorish way Renaud was behaving. He didn't understand why Lorelei suddenly acted as if she couldn't think straight. His eyes narrowed as Renaud guided her away. He decided to follow. Disentangling himself from Natalie, War stalked after his nephew and the girl.
    Placing a hand at her back, Renaud had ushered Lorelei from the large grouping into a well-lit alcove. Once there, he moved the gauzy jacket from her shoulder and began swearing profusely. Neither saw War walk up from the other direction.
    “That bitch made bruises on both sides, Boo.” Renaud looked at her face, “How bad does it hurt?” Lorelei gasped in pain but said nothing. Her eyes were squeezed shut. “Just breathe through it, Rory. It only hurts this bad, because it took you by surprise."
    “What's this?” demanded War. “ Merde !” he exclaimed catching sight of the deep bruises on both sides of her shoulder. “From Natalie?"
    “Damn straight! Bitch was pissed you were dancing with Rory,” Renaud growled. “I'll just take her home, Oncle. You do a piss-poor job looking after her!” Before War could react to the unexpected blunt criticism, Lorelei spoke up.
    “Ren, please.” Her eyes were moist with pain. “Don't yell at your uncle, he didn't know."
    “He let someone hurt you, Boo,” Renaud said furiously. War could tell there was a lot more he wanted to say.
    “Ren, my jacket, okay? People will see. It'll heal. Calm down, please?” Ignoring her plea, Renaud laid a hand on her cheek.
    “Rory, let me get some ice, huh? If I don't you won't be able to move your shoulder in the morning."
    “Okay, Ren,” she acquiesced. To War, she said, “He'll be a mess until I let him do something about it.” She smiled weakly. War's brow furrowed.
    “I've never seen him act like that.” He gently touched the growing purple bruises on her shoulder. “I think he's right though. How'd he know you were hurt? I didn't see him come up,” War mused aloud.
    “He's very stealthy,” Lorelei