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the front door jiggled slightly as though pushed by the wind. Gwen knew better. Its wood was sticking with the humidity. On a faint crack, it opened. Staci. Shit, shit, shit. Of all the nights for her to come home on time. Why couldn’t she have gone to the hospital library to study? Why hadn’t she stopped at Mel’s for a drink and a burger?
    He’d heard her too. His body went still. He cocked his head as though listening.
    Staci’s light steps echoed in the living room, moving toward the hall. She bypassed her room and headed for this one.
    No, don’t, dammit, go back!
    The uneasiness Gwen felt before returned now. She had no idea who he was or what he’d do when faced with two conscious females.
    As Staci reached Gwen’s bedroom, he left the bath, his full focus on the young woman as though she was the intruder.
    “Hey,” the girl murmured, rounding the jamb. “You asleep al—”
    Seeing him finally, Staci didn’t finish, flinching instead as he moved toward her.
    “Hold it right there,” Gwen shouted, surprised she could. “I fucking mean it.”
    With her command, he stopped, his attention darting from Gwen’s face to the Lady Smith revolver she held in her shaky hands. A rash of home invasions had convinced her to buy the weapon months ago. She kept it under her spare pillow each night, using it as protection for instances like this.
    Okay, maybe not like this. He was one good-looking dude. He’d carried her from the alley, away from that psycho and the wolf, brought her here, undressed her…possibly made love to her. Even if it had been no more than a dream, she’d enjoyed it. A fucking lot.
    However, if he tried to harm Staci in the least, Gwen was prepared to blow his goddamned head off.

Chapter Four
    He stared at the weapon in her hand, larger than what the guards used on E4 when they wanted to take down its creatures and the pleasure slaves. He’d seen more than one of his pack stagger, then fall when struck by the dart. He would never forget what followed. The guards or rulers taking aim with their crossbows, cheering as the deadly points pierced throats, hearts, bellies, eyes.
    Unwilling to meet that fate on this side, he didn’t dare move. The drug’s effect had worn off the woman but wasn’t completely through her body as yet. Her arms trembled slightly, as did her breasts. Full and round, the brownish nipples constricted, reminding him of how her skin had felt and tasted earlier when he’d been in bed with her…when they’d been alone. He wanted that now, imagining those hard buds in his mouth, his tongue sweeping over their bumpy contours, pulling a soft, feminine moan from her.
    “Gwen!” the other female cried.
    A name? Her name? He thought as much and pulled his attention from Gwen to regard this new woman more carefully than he had earlier. She was against the wall, her body pressed to it as though she’d expected him to tear her apart.
    He would if she threatened Gwen. Taking her down would be an easy matter.
    She wasn’t as tall as Gwen and appeared several years younger. Her hair was long enough to fall past her breasts, its color similar to the sun on this side, the ends fanned over her pink tee. Whereas Gwen’s skin was a rich, exotic color, this female was quite pale. Only her eyes were dark, a deep brown shade. Given what he’d already witnessed on this realm, the males here would consider her beautiful, her delicate features perfect.
    He preferred Gwen’s. Striking, sensual. A contradiction to her eyes, their color so very cool, like the morning sky in this realm. However, he’d seen heat in them when he’d undressed her, recalling her wanting smile, the flare of desire each time his hands lingered on her body.
    “What are you doing?” the pale female cried to Gwen. “Who is that?”
    “Don’t know,” she said.
    “What? Are you kidding?”
    “Just stay where you are, Staci. I’ll handle this.” Gwen spoke to him. “Who are you?”
    Uncertain as to how