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she be a Harpy?”
    â€œYou know as well as we do that human myths are sometimes distorted. Just because most legends claim Harpies are hideous doesn’t mean they are. Now, everyone out.” Sabin began tossing his weapons on the ground behind him. “I’ll deal with her.”
    A sea of protests arose.
    â€œI’ll be fine.” He hoped.
    You might not be…
    Oh, shut the hell up.
    â€œShe’s—”
    â€œComing with us,” he said, cutting Maddox off. He couldn’t leave her behind; she was too valuable a weapon, a weapon that could be used against him—or used by him. Yes , he thought, eyes widening. Yes . “And she’s coming alive.”
    â€œHell, no,” Maddox said. “I don’t want a Harpy anywhere near Ashlyn.”
    â€œYou saw what she did—”
    Now Maddox cut him off. “Yes, I did, and that’s exactly why I don’t want her near my pregnant human. The Harpy stays behind.”
    Another reason to eschew love. It softened even the most hardened of warriors. “She has to hate these men as much as we do. She can help our cause.”
    Maddox was undeterred. “No.”
    â€œShe’ll be my responsibility, and I’ll make sure she keeps her claws and teeth sheathed.” Again, he hoped.
    â€œYou want her, she’s yours,” Strider said, always on his side. Good man. “Maddox will agree because you never pressure Ashlyn to go into town and listen to conversations Hunters might have had, no matter how badly you want to.”
    Eyes narrowed, Maddox popped his jaw. “We’ll have to subdue her.”
    â€œNo. I’ll handle her.” Sabin didn’t like the thought of anyone else touching her. In any way. He told himself it was because she’d most likely been tortured, used in the most horrendous way, and might react negatively to anyone who tried, but…
    He recognized the excuse for what it was. He was attracted to her, and a man attracted couldn’t turn off the possessive thing. Even when that man had sworn off women.
    Cameo approached his side, attention riveted on the girl. “Let Paris deal with her. He can finesse the cruelest of females into a good mood. You, not so much, and we clearly need this one in a perpetual good mood.”
    Paris, who could seduce any woman, anytime, immortal and human alike? Paris, who needed sex to survive? Sabin’s teeth ground together, an image of the couple flashing through his mind. Naked bodies tangled,the warrior’s fingers gripping the Harpy’s wild fall of hair, bliss coloring her expression.
    Would be better for the girl that way. Would probably be better for them all, as Cameo had said. The Harpy would be more inclined to help them defeat the Hunters if she was fighting by her lover’s side—and Sabin was now determined to have her help. Of course, Paris couldn’t bed her more than once, would eventually cheat on her because he needed sex from different vessels to survive, and that would probably piss her off. She might then decide to aid the Hunters .
    Bad idea, all the way around, he decided, and not just because he wanted it to be.
    â€œJust…give me five minutes. If she kills me, Paris can have a turn with her.” His dry tone failed to elicit a single chortle of laughter.
    â€œAt least let Paris put her to sleep as he did the others,” Cameo persisted.
    Sabin shook his head. “If she were to wake early, she would be scared and she might attack. I’ve got to get through to her first. Now get out. Let me work.”
    A pause. A shuffling of feet, heavier than usual as the warriors were carrying the other women out. And then he was alone with the redhead. Or strawberry blond, he supposed the color was called. She was still crouched, still mumbling, still holding that damn trachea.
    Such a bad little girl, aren’t you? the demon said, tossing the words straight into the Harpy’s