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    Exhausted, she leaned her head against the door. Regret lodged itself deep in her gut. Resentment had prompted her to push away her one chance to speak with someone who might be able to help her understand her magical abilities. Aside from that, she’d just cast aside the only guy who truly knew how to make her body sing. The cold, rational side of her brain commended her for applying the brakes.
    But she wanted to see his wild blue eyes smolder again as if he was three seconds shy of detonating.
    No you don’t! You did the right thin g. He’d devastate her again, if she gave him the chance. She might not survive a second time.
    She pulled the chain free of her neckline. Her fingers traced the familiar lettering: Matthew Zacharias Ryan. The only reason she’d worn these for nine years was to give them back to him, if they crossed paths again. For years she’d dreaded seeing him again, but another part of her needed that confrontation. She just hadn’t counted on turning into a flustered mess when it happened, and completely forgetting the tags.
    She’d had them since she’d shifted to him, a year after their disastrous one-nighter. Matt had been imprisoned—blinded, tortured, and his body damaged. She’d released him from his shackles, and then as he stood, she’d lost her balance and clutched at him, accidentally grabbing the tags. The chain broke and she’d instantly shifted back to her real world.
    For years she’d wondered if she’d freed him from a failed military op. And worried that he hadn’t gotten out. Nightmares about him hurt and imprisoned still frequented her dreams, more so when she was stressed from work. She’d never let the memory of him slip away.
    Apparently he had gotten free and done just fine for himself.
    The whirling resumed in her brain, and gut instinct told her she’d be jumping back to her world any minute. She dropped the tags. She’d do better next time she bumped into Matt. There would be a next time. She had questions about the mark on her wrist. And then there was their undeniable attraction. He was right. They were far from done.
    …
    Matt raced outside seconds behind Kat. He scanned up and down the street, and ran to the nearest alley. Residual magic tickled his senses. She’d disappeared again.
    He swore, slapping the stone wall of the museum. The wild side of his brain roared in anguish that he’d lost her again . Why hadn’t he ripped her panties off and taken her to sate the teeth-clenching desire he’d lived with for ten long years?
    He was an idiot. That’s why. And too focused on the damned curse. Now she was gone. Again. And for who knew how long. Before the cloakroom attendant interrupted them he’d planned to invite her home. To go slow. Maybe take a day…hell a couple of days, maybe even a month to explore what they had.
    That realization surprised him. He never took women home. He usually went to their place or took women to the hotel he owned downtown. With Kat, though, he had a bizarre desire to invite her into his private sanctuary. To see her in his bed, on his sheets, and in his bath.
    This should freak him out. Should. Yet, he was calmer than he’d been all night since she’d shazamed into his life again. Absently he rubbed the Sentry tattoo on his forearm. If she was Pleiades as he suspected, then as a druid, especially a Sentry, casual sex with her was forbidden for him. Good thing he wasn’t bound by the rules of that group anymore.
    But her safety did concern him. The Order Lutomalifacum, who relentlessly hunted the Pleiades, would find her in no time. He’d planned to never get entangled with druids or Bryce again, but for her… Damn it. He was cornered.
    He yanked the smart phone from his pocket and dialed. Maybe she had a residence in this dimension, somewhere Bryce couldn’t find. He knew someone who could ferret out the location of almost anyone.
    His call went directly to his brother’s voicemail. “Eli, I need a