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It looked beautiful—and harmless. But Vadim knew these unpredictable waters were anything but harmless.
    Talia sat in the chair that Vadim indicated and stared at the view, seemingly transfixed by it.
    “Did you really pull me out of that?” she asked.
    It was the first time she’d voluntarily spoken since they’d fought one another.
    Vadim shot her a look. “You don’t remember?”
    She shrugged. “It’s all a bit vague.”
    “What do you remember?” Zayd asked.
    “I don’t, not really. I can remember my name, if Talia Regan is my name. I know the president’s name. I knew what all the food we just ate was called. But I can remember absolutely nothing about my life before today, about how I got to be in the ocean, how I learned to fight like that…nothing.” Her voice rose, sounding shrill and panicked. “How can that be?”
    “Stay calm, darlin’,” Vadim said. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.”
    “What sort of fighting was it that I did in there?”
    “Karate,” Vadim replied, “and you’re damned good at it.”
    “Thank you. I think.”
    She smiled for the first time since they’d met her. Vadim and Zayd shared a glance and suppressed a mutual groan. Unsmiling, she was sensational. When she smiled she was…well, indescribable. The two of them had spent hours fantasizing over every physical detail of the perfect mate for them, convinced she was out there somewhere, waiting for them to find her. Talia checked all those boxes, and then some. But she knew shifters existed. That could only mean one thing, damn it!
    “Just as a matter of interest, why did you try so hard to kill me?” Vadim asked.
    “That’s just it, I don’t know.” She dropped her head into her splayed hands and shook it from side to side. “I don’t have any reason to kill you. I don’t even know you. There was just something…I don’t know how to describe it. This will sound stupid, but there was something inside my head telling me that I had to attack you. Every time I tried to fight it, a terrible pain ripped through me. I—”
    “It’s okay,” Vadim said grimly. “It wasn’t your fault.”
    Her head shot up. “You know what happened to me? You don’t think I’ve gone crazy?”
    “Yeah,” Zayd said, serious for once. “We know, and we don’t think you’ve lost it.”
    “Then please, you have to tell me!”
    “We will, shortly,” Zayd replied, “but first, you said you thought we were shifters. What made you say that? And how come you think shifters even exist? They’re just the product of Hollywood, aren’t they?”
    “I can’t answer that, either. All I know is that I keep getting little flashes breaking through the fog inside my head.”
    “We can’t keep putting it off,” Zayd pheromoned. “I’m as hot for her as you are, buddy, but if she’s a shifter it’ll be easy enough to find out.”
    “I know, but—”
    “Don’t tell me the great, unflinching Vadim has lost his edge.”
    “Shit, leave it, Zayd.”
    Vadim sighed. Zayd was right, just like he almost always was. Vadim’s first duty was to the colony, not to his own aspirations.
    “Excuse me for a moment if I do something that seems a bit odd,” he said to Talia.
    “Everything that’s happened to me today is odd.” Talia shrugged. “If you think you can top that, take your best shot.”
    Vadim hesitated for a protracted moment and then, matching Talia’s sigh, he stood and leaned over her chair. She looked up at him with curiosity in her expression, but no fear. Vadim rubbed his cheek against the side of her face, up and down, creating friction between their heated skins.
    “Damn!” he muttered as he moved away.
    Talia looked up at him with a bemused expression. “What did you just do?”
    “Bad news?” Zayd asked.
    “She’s not purebred, but there’s something there.”
    “Fuck!”
    “Would you two please stop talking about me as though I’m not here and tell me what’s going on?”
    “Humor us,