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    “I see you’ve met my brother, Kylos,” he said, half-laughing. “Wow, as a guard, I’d say you fill the bill. I hope you stay forever.”
    She flushed. The tiniest hint of praise from him and here she was, blushing. This was crazy and exactly why she couldn’t stay.
    “Why the hell do you need a guard?” Kylos was grumbling as he clumsily pulled himself to his feet. “A nurse I could understand, but a guard?” He glared at her. “And why did you pick one who shoots first and asks questions later?”
    She tried to smile, but it wasn’t easy. She’d never even known Mykal had a brother, and this man seemed so unlike him, it was eerie. His face was long and his skin was sallow and he tended to twitch as though he had an itch he was chasing. Where Mykal had been open and welcoming and warm—at least in the past—this man seemed cold and sly and calculating.
    And if Mykal had this brother, what else did he have? He’d never told her anything about his family. Looking back now, she realized that their short relationship had been built on some pretty shaky ground. They’d existed in a fantasy bubble of their own. They’d kept their marriage a secret from most of the world, knowing they could lose their jobs if the intelligence service found out. It had seemed daring and exciting at the time. And it had only lasted a few weeks—barely time for them to get to know each other, much less discover anything about their respective families.
    Crazy days—but as she remembered them, she couldn’t help but smile to herself. If it hadn’t ended so badly, just think where they might be now.
    “The castle sent her over,” Mykal responded, sounding cool and cynical. “She’s probably supposed to keep me from killing myself by doing something normal.”
    She was dying to ask what the castle had to do with this, but if they thought that was who had sent her, any questions on the subject might seem odd. So she decided to fulfill her role instead, raising her hand in warning as he seemed to be leaning forward with a bit too much vigor.
    “Careful,” she said. “I’m sure the physicians have warned you against any sudden movements.”
    He sent her an icy look before settling back against the pillows. “I heard their advice. I accept it—for now. They seem to think my life, as I’ve known it, is fully over with.” He looked at her in a way that implied an intimacy he couldn’t possibly think they shared, and then his gaze took on a challenging look. “Little do they know. This human hulk will rise again. And that’s a promise.”
    “Not on my watch,” she said firmly, chin in the air as she looked back into his frosty eyes. “I haven’t lost a patient yet.”
    “Well, that’s encouraging.” But his attention was fading and he winced. It was obvious he was still in pain.
    Her heart lurched and she had to stop herself from moving toward him. She looked toward the doorway instead. Once she was out again, she wasn’t coming back. But then her gaze fell on the bowl of soup.
    “You should be hungry by now,” she said, reaching for it. “I’ll go get this soup heated up for you. You probably want to talk to your brother anyway.”
    He appeared surprised. “No, not really,” he murmured, but she was out the door.
    There was no one in the kitchen, but the microwave worked fine and she was back in a flash, more determined than ever to wrap this thing up and take her leave.
    “Can you handle this on your own?” she asked Mykal as she set the soup up for him on a bed tray.
    He gave her a look but didn’t say anything. Taking the bowl from her, he proceeded to drink from it as though it were a large cup. She stood back and tried not to smile. Everything he did, every move he made, caused her to resonate like a tuning fork. The only problem was, each response was paired with a touch of fear at the same time.
    His brother was hanging around grimly. He’d turned on the television, seemingly more for