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Tucker was aware of what would happen if he left Sam, but Aaron felt that rather than run from Sam, he was actually trying to protect her from something, or someone. He felt the moment Tucker shut the door on that memory, slammed it shut hard enough that Aaron felt it. Surprised, too, if he was honest. The lock was tight as well as strong.
    “No, sire, I mean you no disrespect, but I’m going to leave your home now. Thank you for your time. Missus.” At his nod to Sara, he dematerialized from the house.
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    Sam woke in the middle of the next day to a black as pitch room as the heavy shades on the house were down against the sunlight. It was hard to tell, but her watch set in military time told her it was fourteen-hundred zero seventeen hours. Her body ached, but was otherwise in better shape than she thought it should be. She tentatively moved her wounded leg and found it to be nearly healed, and she thought fleetingly of who or what might have healed her. The rest of her body seemed to be in fairly good shape as well.
    Sam rose to go to the bathroom again, this time without any problems, and peed, and did some light maintenance on her hair and face. Taking the tube of toothpaste on the counter, she squeezed some out on her finger and brushed her teeth that way. She noticed that she had a funny metallic taste in her mouth that was not all that unpleasant, a spicy, hot taste that she wished she could remember. Sam had been around “other” people enough to know that some of them could heal, while others still would destroy. She didn’t ponder the how of someone healing her. She just wasn’t very happy with the end results. Sam did feel that people should really learn to mind their own business. She only hoped that she would have the chance to tell that interfering woman a few more things before she left.
    On the back of the toilet, she found her clothes neatly folded and a couple of clean towels. As much as she wanted to get out of there, a nice hot shower sounded too tempting to forgo. Sliding out of the t-shirt she had never seen before and her panties, she turned the taps to full blast and hot enough to pink up her skin. An enjoyable twenty minutes later, she was walking into the kitchen of the mansion.

    Duncan let out a small noise and dropped the tea cup and saucer he had just taken out of the dishwasher. It shattered unnoticed on the tile floor when Sam walked into the large, bright kitchen. The older woman, a human, turned quickly to the door to see what had caused him to squeak and drop the china. Her mouth nearly dropped to her ample bosom. Sam grinned. There was no way she was going to try and figure out what they were staring at.
    “I’m pretty sure the household knows I’m here. I’m not planning to rob anyone.” Sam had an idea of what she looked like standing there. She’d had a look at herself in the mirror—healthy now and glowing with it. Sam wasn’t unaware of her good looks or beauty. Her hair hung loose and damply down and about her shoulders, darkened by the water. When dry, it was a rich golden color. Sam’s face was pretty enough, she supposed. Her eyebrows arched over sparkling purple eyes, lashes as long as a man’s finger was wide, cheek bones that were high and pink with health. Her nose was small and turned up at the end with a tiny aristocratic tilt. Hundreds of freckles danced across her nose and her cheeks of which she hated. Her lips were full and wide, a natural pink.
    Her shoulders were broad, and her ample, full breasts balanced her out. Nothing could be seen of her waist or hips as the clothes she had on were way too large and bulky.
    “I need an address to call a cab, please? And for the hundredth time, I’d like my gear.” They were making her very nervous the way they were staring at her, and she wished that she had a coat and hat to pull on.
    “Your gear, miss? All you had with you are the things that you have on now. I’m not sure what else there should have