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past Shayla to go find her. Or find someone else to take her place.
    A guard outside the main entrance unlocked the door as he approached. He made his way to Kathleen's room, knocked and heard Shayla's voice bid him enter. Evidently, the Sorceress had been speaking to the woman. When he entered the room, Shayla gave him a stern look and then stalked out. Since their altercation, she didn't even take time to act civilly. That was a bridge best left burned.
    Kathy noticed the tension between the two people. She filed it away for future reference, thinking it might get her closer to freedom. “Is this what you people normally wear?” She lifted a hand to indicate her clothing and his.
    Tearach was surprised to see her wearing black leather pants, matching doe skin boots and a black, long-sleeved jerkin. The garments hugged every curve of her slender body. Front strands of her hair had been pulled back and tied. The rest cascaded down her back in a golden cloud. His mouth went dry and the lower part of his anatomy responded to her. The thought occurred to him that, if he had to eventually lie with her, some carnal part of him might enjoy it.
    Kathleen wondered what activity these people were involved in that required them to wear medieval garb. But the leather was soft and would offer protection if she had to escape through the woods.
    "This is the traditional clothing of those who live here. If you'd rather have something else to wear, I can have someone..."
    "No,” Kathy interrupted, “these clothes will do."
    Tearach watched her run one graceful hand down a shapely thigh. Something in his veins heated. Did she have to be so damned beautiful? Where was his resolve? “We'd better go before I change my mind about this."
    Kathy nodded and followed him out the door. She gasped when they got outside and she turned back to see her prison. “So, I've been in some kind of renovated castle?"
    "Comes with the clothes.” Tearach shrugged and began to walk. He didn't alter his long stride, but she kept abreast of him with no problem. She seemed interested in her surroundings, and Tearach wondered if she was making mental notes for her escape. He walked for several minutes and finally stopped in a small clearing. The moon was out in force, and the stars vied with it for attention. He ached to be in his true form. The Sorceress would have his head on a parapet if he changed. But that would be one solution to his problem. The outsider would take one look at him in his alter ego and either run or go crazy.
    "You aren't very talkative, are you?” Kathleen remarked.
    "I'm your captor. What could I say that you'd want to hear?"
    "If you feel that way, why did you offer to let me out in the first place?” She stopped, sat on a rock, pulled one leg up and hugged her knee.
    He stopped and took a seat upon a nearby tree stump, crossing his arms over his chest. “Perversity. Maybe I want to keep you guessing about what's to be your fate."
    She snorted. “My fate? Unless you're going to offer me as a sacrifice to some god, I don't think I've got too much to worry about."
    Now that dug deep into his masculinity. He was large enough to break her swan's neck with one hand, and she sat there declaring she hadn't too many cares. “And why wouldn't you worry?"
    "Do you know what that Shayla person did today? She had someone come to my room to do my nails and hair. Then she let me pick out my clothing from a large assortment of medieval attire, served me another sumptuous meal and offered to let me use the library.” She reached down, pulled a long blade of dried grass from the ground and thoughtfully chewed on the end. “You know, if this is someone's idea of kidnapping, I should have gone jogging more often."
    He swore under his breath and stood. “Do you think this is all a game , woman? Whatever Shayla does has no bearing on me or what I'm capable of doing. It might serve you well to remember that. This can be a deadly place. Especially