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would magically erase it. To her, he said, “You can’t go back to your room. Mack drugged you. And I think he did it to take you to my brother. If Liam wants you, he can get you. He can walk right up to a security guard and, using his ability to shift memories, get the guard to hand over your room number and his passkey card.”
    The ginger ale slipped from her grip.
    Key caught the bottle, his hand brushing a part of her thigh. A flare of warmth seared his hand and shot straight to his groin.
    She tried to pull the robe tighter, but her hands were clumsy. “Something in the drink?” Her words were thick.
    Key looked up at her struggling to keep her eyes open, her head listing to the side. He hated that she thought he drugged her. “No,” he reached up, pushed her hair back. “I forced you awake when your body was trying to break down the drugs.” It had been cruel of him, but he’d thought she could use her magic to dry and heal herself. “Sleep,” he said gently. Then added, “You’re safe.”
    Her eyes were sliding closed. “Not safe.”
    Leaning closer, he slipped one arm around her to pull her to his chest and then froze. Her scent slid down his throat and stirred deep inside him. More sensual than sexual, it made him want to hold her against him forever. He almost heard his dragon purr. Damned strange reaction. Moving two pillows so only one remained, he laid her back. She was nearly limp.
    “Can’t stay here.” Her protest was real but she was too weak to follow through and her eyes closed.
    Shit, his chest ached. He had to focus on his priorities: Find and kill Liam. Leaning over her once more, he asked, “Roxy, how did Mack know you’re a witch?”
    “Took a picture.”
    “Of your eyes?” She had classic witch eyes, they were exotically tilted up at the outside corners. The wall woman resembled her, but it wasn’t quite right. His fingers curled, he wanted to either touch her, or get out his pencils and capture her on paper.
    “No,” she said slowly.
    Focus! “Then what?”
    “Schema. Have to
    ” her lips moved then she sighed and fell into a healing sleep.
    Schema? Like a diagram of something? He looked at the witch sleeping, and his chest expanded with protectiveness, but only because he knew what his brother would do to her if he got to her. Had to be. It was up to Key to make her safe.
    He’d start with tracking Mack Daemon.
    Key pulled out the passkey he’d gotten from the maid with a little memory-shifting. Sutton West, another Wing Slayer Hunter who was their computer expert, had located Mack Daemon staying in the hotel. Slipping the card into the lock, Key went into the room.
    It was dark and quiet, just the air conditioner humming. Silently, he checked the bathroom on his left and found it empty. With his hunter vision, he could see the room perfectly well. There was a sitting area and desk on the right, a bed in the middle of the room against the bathroom wall, a small table and chairs, and a dresser and TV to the left.
    But no Mack. Key took out his BlackBerry and checked on Roxy. He’d left her asleep in his room, with his laptop camera on her. She should be safe, but if something happened, he’d get to her. Satisfied that she was still asleep, he began searching the room and quickly went through the drawers; he found cameras and a laptop, but so far, nothing to link him to Liam or find where he was.
    He took out the laptop, set it on the bed and booted it up. Into his headset, he said, “Sutton, I’m disabling the firewall, can you hack in?”
    “Can you draw?” Sutton replied, and then gave him directions to type into his browser.
    “I’m in. What’s your witch’s name?”
    She wasn’t his witch. “Roxy. Roxanne Banfield.”
    The cursor on the laptop was moving by itself; pages were opening and closing. It was strange to watch. “Also look for Liam DeMicca.”
    “Your brother?” Sutton asked. “Thought he was dead.”
    “He looked alive when I saw him earlier.”
    “Unexpected family reunion,” Sutton muttered,