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she paced the worn carpet and chewed on her lip ring. "Was that what happened last night? Did someone hypnotize me into being a slut? Why the fuck would they do that?"
    "You're not a slut," Kent said and tried to grab her arm. She jerked away and moved to the other side of the bed.
    Kent placed himself in front of the door, and Asher approached her with his hands held out as if she was some kind of skittish animal. That pissed her off even more and she snarled a creative blend of swear words at him before he touched her.
    Dropping his hands, Asher said, "We don't know why someone would do this, but it has to be tied to what is going on--somehow."
    "We tried to get you to respond to us in your sleep, but you were too deep in your dreams."
    "The answers are locked in your subconscious. We think whatever triggered your … need … yesterday, messed with the block that was put on your conscious mind to forget the hypnosis."
    Gripping her arms, she watched herself in the mirror above the battered dresser. Tears filled her eyes and she looked away before they fell. "How did this happen? You were supposed to keep me safe." Her voice cracked on the last word, and both men flinched like she’d slapped them.
    "We failed you," Kent said in a rough voice.
    Asher placed a hand underneath her chin, tilting her head up. "It won't happen again."
    Looking into his dark brown eyes, she crumpled against his chest and let the hurt and despair out in racking sobs. Kent's arms reached around her back and the two men held her between them, forming a living blanket of comfort. Safe in their arms, she let herself be held and cried until her sobs petered off into hitching hiccups.
    "C-can you f-fix it?" she stuttered out as she tried to stop the hitching breath in her chest. The sense of violation turned to anger as she grappled with the concept of someone forcing her to do things against her knowledge and will. Thank God it was Asher and Kent with her last night instead of some random stranger.
    "Yes," Kent replied from behind her and then placed a kiss on top of her head. "It's going to take time to find your triggers and break down the blocks, but we'll do it."
    Asher rubbed her arms in long and soft strokes. "Kent knows his stuff. He'll make it right."
    "And when we find this Rashid character, Asher and I will make sure he spends the rest of his short life in extreme amounts of pain."
    The thought, though gruesome, cheered her up. "We need to tell my dad what's going on." Her heart constricted as she thought of what her poor father must be going through. "Anything in the news about me?" Both men tensed, and she pushed away from them, leaning back against the edge of the dresser and studying their faces. Whatever it was, the news wasn't good. "Tell me."
    Scratching at his neck, Asher said, "You're all over the news. Everyone is looking for you. You've been labeled as an anarchist and the news shows have been running your picture all morning."
    "The Sanjit's managed to keep me and Asher out of it. Hopefully that means the government isn't looking for us either."
    She sagged against the edge of the dresser and gaped at them. "I'm screwed."
    Kent shoved his hands into his pockets. "Yes and no. The pictures they're running of you are in full Goth regalia with the ten pounds of that makeup paste you like to cover yourself in."
    Asher ignored her evil glare with a twitch of his lips fighting back a smile. "It wouldn't be too hard to disguise you. People see what they want to see, and if we make you into something normal you should be able to pass."
    "What do you mean, normal," she narrowed her eyes and spread her legs into a fighting stance. Instead of looking intimidated, now both men were definitely amused.
    "There's a Wal-Mart down the street." Asher ignored her groan and continued, "I'm going to go get some supplies while Kent stays with you."
    Kent turned up the TV and cut off her tirade.
    "Lalita Chetana is wanted for espionage and a host of other