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didn’t know what she was, but it was obvious she knew how to fight. Did she even realize she stood like a warrior, as if preparing for an attack? Not for the first time he wondered what the bloody hell she was.
    “Uhh, yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
    “Oh, I think it will.” He disappeared, for a brief moment hovering in a world of darkness, and then reappeared in front of her. She gasped, stumbling back a step. As he reached out, she recovered quickly and swung around, too quick for his slowed movements.
    “We’re not playing this game again,” she seethed. “Now, tell me who you are and why you’re here.”
    “I answer to no one,” Devon snapped.
    She held her hands up, palms out in obvious frustration. He didn’t miss the way the bodice of her dress stretched across her lovely breasts, and he knew his mind must truly be sick for noticing, or he’d been much too long without the soft comfort of a woman.
    “Okay, listen. I understand that you’re upset, but you need help, serious help.”
    He tore his gaze from her chest, focusing on her flushed face. “You’re right. I do need help.”
    She looked confused, leery. “So you agree we should ring for the police?”
    “No.” He appeared beside her. This time she looked more annoyed than surprised by his sudden appearance. “But I do agree that you’ll help me.”
    Ellie shoved her palms into his chest, attempting to ward him off. “Help you? No, that wasn’t the agreement.”
    If he couldn’t intimidate her, he’d find another way to gain her assistance. Devon turned and followed the narrow path that led toward the manor, his ancestral home. The wound in his thigh was aching something fierce and with each step it felt like a hot poker was stabbing into his leg. The bone had probably been broken in his last battle with the underworld creatures and had mended improperly. It would heal, but slowly and painfully.
    He gritted his teeth and continued on, crushed gravel biting into his bare feet as he found the path and focused on that glowing light in the downstairs window. Dare he try to teletransport? No. Too risky. He needed to stretch his injured leg, besides, his powers were growing weak. He could feel the energy draining from him with every step. He needed to reserve whatever he had left.
    His body might be growing weak, but his instincts were not. Devon was completely and utterly aware of everything that was going on around him. Overhead an owl called softly. Twenty feet to the right, a cat chased a mouse in the underbrush. And behind him, the woman followed, her breath a soft temptation he swore he could feel on his neck even though she was a good meter behind.
    “Where are you going?” she asked, catching up to him.
    “Home.”
    Her footsteps slowed. “Really?” She paused. “Oh, well, okay then. So nice to meet you!”
    Surprised by her overly cheerful reply, he turned to look back at her. Was she actually serious? Had she not heard a word he’d said?
    Her smile fell. “You’re not leaving the grounds, are you?”
    “No.” He started toward the back of the manor. The kitchen had been added on right before he’d died. He could almost see the cook rolling out dough as she called to the maids. She’d made a special biscuit he’d always loved, just for him. How she’d adored spoiling the master of the house. A woman who was more like his mother than servant. His throat felt suddenly thick. She was gone now. Dead, like the rest of them. As he should be.
    Hurried footsteps followed after him. “Where are you going?”
    Devon didn’t even pause. “The house.” Why was it he could remember the housekeeper, but could barely remember anything else? Ashley, he remembered Ashley. Her smile, her hazel eyes, her concern for him.
    “Oh God, no! You can’t go into the house!”
    “Yes.” He hobbled toward the massive building that loomed dark against the night sky. The closer he got, the less he felt. He should have been relieved to