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discr eetly to get Gideon’s attention. 
    Never letting his eyes leave her beautiful face, the metamonarch carefully held the girl to his wide chest and crouched to step out of the luxury car.  He walked up the steps into the plane slowly, enjoying the simple pleasure he felt at watching her spiral curls dance in the breeze around her face.
    You’re just a child, Meg.   He thought with amazement. You’re a strong, beautiful girl with your life ahead of you. He pushed his thoughts toward her—willing her to hear .
    He sat with her still in his arms in one of the front seats of the jet.  One hand reached to carefully pull a lock of hair away from the sticky blood under her nose. 
    If I had one wish, it would be to be near you the rest of my life, even if only as a servant.  Just to hear your voice and watch the fire dance in your eyes when you’re excited.  Just to breathe the same air.  I would do anything to stay right here beside you, little angel.
    Meg only stirred twice during the thirty -minute flight, but they arrived back at the hospital without her having regained consciousness.  The Senator looked on her with anger when he realized how unlikely it was that he would be able to have a discussion with her in an hour’s time. 
    “Do your best to rouse her, Gideon.”  The Senator waved his hand dismissively as they walked into the grand foyer of the asylum.  Arkdone made a beeline to the bar in his study where he poured himself a tumbler of Scotch.
    “Yes, sir,” Gideon responded, worry pressed into his brow at how exactly he was going to accomplish his task.  He turned and carried the girl down the corridor toward her chambers. 
    With reverence, he laid her on her crimson comforter.  Not sure what to try first, he opted for a cold washcloth and hurried to her bathroom to retrieve one.  As he squeezed out the water with his massive hands, he heard a moan from the other room. 
    He ran back only to find the girl in nearly the same position he’d left her, except her left arm was now tossed up and over her head.  He noticed she tucked her thumb inside her nearly closed fist , a position that seemed so familiar to her muscles, they moved that way even in her sleep. 
    Sleeping, she looked every inch the sixteen-year-old girl lying alone in the massive bed.  Gideon shrugged out of his jacket and yanked his bowtie undone, unbuttoning the top two pearl buttons so he could finally breathe. 
    This girl just takes my breath away. He inhaled deeply, trying to clear his mind.
    Gently, he used the washcloth to wipe away the blood from her face first, then the top of her chest.  He could see the blood had trickled down between her two, perfectly shaped breasts, but refused to touch her there.
    Not without her permission, he ordered himself.  Gideon felt a wave of protectiveness strong enough to make his senses heighten as his heart pounded with adrenaline in his chest. 
    Using a clean edge of the washcloth, Gideon carefully stroked her forehead and temples.  “Meg, wake up.  You’re safe.  Come on.  It’s time to wake up,” he coaxed in a soothing tone.
    His eyes fixated on the Cupid’s bow shape of her full lips and found himself biting his own at the temptation to kiss her.  That’s what he was thinking when he noticed her eyelids flutter.
    Slowly she blinked them open and squinted against the dim light of her bedside lamp.  Gideon was sitting beside her at the edge of her bed.  He was watching her lips .  She blinked away the temptation to reach out and touch his face in response to his intimate gaze.
    “Gideon?”
    “I’m here.”
    “What happened?”
    “You happened.  How do you feel?”
    “Like I’ve been hit by a train—repeatedly.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m sorry to lay this on you, but the Senator said he wants to see you in his study in,” he stopped to check his watch, “thirty-five minutes to discuss matters.”
    “Sirus?”
    “Yes, I’m here.”
    Meg searched the