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and was ashamed at her body’s reaction.
    “If you hadn’t yanked me into that damn
world, I wouldn’t need any healing! I’d still be in one piece and
not hiding out in some crappy room with only one bed.... one bed?!
Why in the nine hells is there only one bed? You know what, I don’t
care. I’m not staying here. Give me a phone so I can get picked
up.”
    Looking wildly around the room, she didn’t
see any phone in sight. Using the bed to leverage herself up, she
slid away from Jackson and his tempting hands. Marching towards the
kitchenette to search for a phone, she crumpled onto the floor in
agony.
    Didn’t she just berate herself for not
thinking first? Keep this stupidity up and it would take weeks to
heal, making her vulnerable and dependant on his good will. If he
had any.
    She glared at Jackson, daring him to say
anything. Grim, he stared back, no hint of pity or sympathy and
offered her a hand up. Swallowing her pride, she placed her hand in
his and braced for the electrical tingle his touch had previously
caused. Sure enough, as soon as his fingers curled around hers, the
sensation came back and along with it, a fluttering in her belly.
Julia used his strength to hoist herself up, keeping her weight off
her injured ankle.
    His unyielding chest grazed hers, hardening
her nipples and she hoped he wouldn’t notice. Wobbling, she
clutched at his bicep, the solid muscle contracting when she made
contact.
    She told herself she was a grown woman and
above an adolescent crush. Hormones no longer ruled her life, left
behind decades ago. It didn’t help.
    Instead her attention focused on his callused
palm, the smoothness of his skin, the faint wood smoke scent
drifting from him and the way the light picked up copper highlights
in his hair. Oh damn, she was losing it. If she didn’t gain
control, she’d do something horribly embarrassing, like throwing
herself at him.
    Shifting her weight, a slight stabbing pain
brought her back to reality.
    Dropping Jackson’s hand, she hopped
backwards, moving closer to the bed and sank down. It squeaked and
shuddered as it took her weight.
    Bed wouldn’t last a good night of marathon
sex , she thought then scolded herself, damn it mind, get out
of the gutter .
    “Thanks” She said grudgingly. “What do you
plan on doing with me? I’m casting my vote for ‘Let the innocent
woman go.’ I’m fine with you blindfolding me and dropped me off
somewhere.”
    Those gorgeous cinnamon eyes of his stared as
he weighed his options. He didn’t have many. It all depended on how
much she’d learned about their location and whether or not if he
was a cold-blooded killer.
    “I want to let you go, really I do. But I
can’t. He got too close to me this time and I don’t know how he did
it. I can’t have you leading him to me if I let you go.” He sounded
genuinely apologetic and pleading with her to understand.
    What she understood was the need to keep
quiet. She couldn’t tell him Markus was unable to find Jackson
without her help. She alone knew the tracer spell used to track
him. If he thought the others could still find him then she had
leverage, maybe a way to talk herself out of this situation.
    “You know it’s just a matter of time before
they find us. Markus won’t rest until he knows where I am. He’s my
mentor.” She jutted out her chin, hoping this information worked
for and not against her. If he thought killing or sacrificing her
to demons would stop Markus from hunting him then she was in deep
shit.
    Jackson relaxed and chuckled, shocking her.
Faint lines crinkled around his mouth and eyes showing he spent a
fair amount of time laughing. He ran a hand through his thick hair,
mussing it up further. Damn, he’d look so hot after a night of
heavy loving.
    Mind, gutter, out! She demanded,
exasperated at her dirty thoughts.
    “I’ve been on the run from him for several
months now. Twice he's gotten close. That's it.” He strode to the
door, his back to her