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background check and a current location on a person.” Although they’d been separated at birth, they’d both become covert operatives. He a Ranger. Eli in British intelligence. As ex-MI6, Eli was spooky in his ability to get intel on anything. He was one of the few people Matt trusted. And he was a druid. Eli hadn’t recanted his vows, and he respected Matt’s decision to remain inactive. “Her name is Katherine Ramsey. That’s Katherine with a K . I met her ten years ago when I was at Yale, but not since then. This is personal and confidential. Let me be crystal clear on this. That means not one fucking word to Bryce about this.”
    He ended the call and entered the museum. He glanced through the open doors at the benefit still going strong as the cords of a familiar swing number filled the air. He had no reason to return. There wasn’t a single woman among the crowd of beautiful possibilities that could ease this need. He also didn’t want to be cornered every few steps to discuss political or business bullshit.
    He may be good at being CEO and enjoy the power that came with success, but he never wanted this life. When his stepfather unexpectedly died two years ago without leaving an heir, obligation made him leave the life he craved as a Ranger. Covert ops gave him a sense of rightness. His twin was lucky that he could continue that life.
    Thinking about Quinn brought on a resurgent sense of responsibility toward Kat. Quinn had constantly made him recite the five druid axioms. Number five echoed in his mind. Protect the Pleiades unto death.
    For Quinn, he would confirm Kat was Pleiades. If so, he’d get her suitable protection. She would need it soon or the OLM might find her and kill her.
    But he needed her to confide in him that she was a Pleiad. He may no longer consider himself druid, but he wasn’t about to be the first to reveal the not so normal side of himself to anyone. That was self-preservation one-o-one.
    He drummed his fingers on the valet desk while waiting for his Porsche. He rubbed the inside of his left wrist, which only intensified its subtle burn. Confused, he inspected the area. A pink triangular brand of three intersecting ellipses marked his wrist. He recognized the symbol as Celtic triquetra but couldn’t remember what it signified. Vaguely he recalled feeling a raised area on Kat’s wrist.
    Shit. He’d marked her.
    Quinn had warned him long ago that he’d mark a woman when subconscious desire collided with destiny. If this was such a mark, why hadn’t it happened years ago?
    Destiny’s a bitch with no mercy, Quinn’s voice answered in his mind. She’ll choose her own time.
    With this permanent mark he could track Kat and remind her of him at will. It also meant her coming apart in the cloakroom probably had nothing to do with his use of the Voice.
    If destiny planned a renewal of his druid status, then it would be disappointed.

Chapter Five
    Kat pushed away from her dance partner after her third stumble in five minutes. “This isn’t going to work, Riley.” She bumped against the wall-length mirror of the studio after another stumble on Riley’s foot.
    Riley cocked his hip and rested a fist on his waist. “I can’t believe you forgot your dance clothes. You can’t move right in clogs and scrubs.”
    “The surgery on that Rottweiler ran late, and I didn’t have time to go home. I see you had time to change out of your scrubs.” She scanned his red Lycra shirt v’ed open to his navel, exposing his tan, shaved chest, and skintight black pants. No straight man would be caught dead in that much rayon and spandex. His spiky blond hair and magnetic personality rounded out an extraordinary package. They had become friends at one of his wine-tasting soirees when she found herself a minority of one. Riley had whirled her into a rumba in his dining room and discovered her latent gift for dancing.
    “Am I going to have to find a new partner? Regionals are in a few weeks.” Riley