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he was rigidly erect. She was still reeling from her reaction to him.
    Get a grip, girl.
    Heck, she was a basket case. She didn’t know who she actually was, what sort of crazy shit she’d landed herself in, and yet she was lusting after a man—no, make that two men—one of whom she’d just tried to kill.
    “Good night,” she said abruptly, closing the door on them and leaning against it. If they were right about this mind-play stuff, she absolutely didn’t want them reading what few thoughts she now owned, especially since they focused on ravishing the pair of them. She must be a truly shallow person.
    Left alone, Talia went through what felt like a regular routine. She washed her face and cleansed it with products she found in the bathroom cabinet, then brushed her teeth and her hair. Naked, she slid between crisp cotton sheets, wiggled into a comfortable position, and stared at the ceiling. She was bone weary, but her blank mind refused to shut down and sleep eluded her. All sorts of unanswered questions rattled through her head. Where had she learned karate? How had she ended up on a boat and then fallen off it? She could have picked out Peru on a map but had no idea what she’d eaten for breakfast that day.
    Her mental demons fed on the darkness, taking her to places she didn’t want to be. It was a long time before exhaustion rocked her into a restless sleep. She woke from it abruptly, bathed in perspiration, and sat bolt upright, forgetting for a moment where she was. The sheet was twisted round her body like a straitjacket and she trembled from the aftereffects of a dream in which she was charging round the country with a sword, cutting off the heads of anyone who crossed her path.
    “This is ridiculous,” she said aloud, hoping the sound of her own voice would restore a little sanity.
    She thumped her pillows into a more comfortable nest and again tried to sleep.
    “Admit it, girl,” she said after another ten minutes of wide-awake fear had elapsed, “you’re afraid of your own shadow.”
    She had good reason to be afraid. The guys’ insistence that she was being manipulated by forces beyond her understanding no longer seemed so outrageous—not now, in the early hours when she was alone and afraid. If only she could remember who she was, what her life was all about, she’d feel more in control. But the harder she tried, the hazier it all became. Talia felt isolated and afraid.
    “I guess I don’t have to be alone,” she told herself. “They did tell me where to find them. What do I care if they think I’m a wuss? They seem to know what’s going on, which is more than can be said for me.”
    Talia threw the covers back and slipped her arms into the sleeves of the robe hanging behind the door. Then she paused. What if her determination to go to them wasn’t her own choice? What if they were wrong and the people manipulating her still had control of her thought process? They had assured her that she was no longer dangerous, but they couldn’t know that for sure, could they? Even so, the desire to leave this lonely room was compelling.
    Without giving it any further thought, Talia let herself into the corridor and opened the door to their room without knocking. She expected them to be sound asleep and annoyed by the intrusion. Nothing could have been farther from the truth and Talia stopped dead in the doorway, blinking at the scene that greeted her.
    Vadim was wearing some sort of kinky harness that pushed his balls way up his body. An impossibly huge erection was encased in some sort of ring. His wrists were shackled to the bedhead and he was on all fours while Zayd paddled his ass with a whip, pulling back on a collar round his buddy’s neck as he did so, making it seem as though he was choking him.
    “Oh, sorry,” she said, red with embarrassment. “I’ll…er, leave you to it.”

Chapter Five
     
    At the sound of her voice, Vadim twisted his head sideways, surprised that he and Zayd