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him underestimate the harm she could
bring.
    Zhenya and Zhora refused to meet his
eyes, giving him the Alpha position of their group. Perhaps he
shouldn’t have warned them off. He liked the twins and had enjoyed
the more relaxed atmosphere of their trip west. Now there was
tension in the air. Sighing, he leaned his head back as the force
of the plane’s takeoff pushed him into the seat.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Maggie’s head jerked up as she tried
to stay awake, then her chin slowly sunk to her chest again. The
white puffy coat she held in her lap slipped to the floor. Slava
smiled. She was adorable. Gone was her feisty spirit, replaced by
the innocence of a child.
    He undid his seatbelt and picked the
coat up off the floor. Then he wadded it up and placed it on the
couch before he released the seatbelt and laid the woman down. Her
head rested gently on the hastily fashioned pillow. She murmured
something unintelligible and stretched out before placing her hand
under her cheek.
    Slava lifted her head,
pillow and all, and placed her in his lap as he sat back down. He
lightly brushed her hair away from her face. Tingles of electricity
ran up his fingertips and into his body. What was that? He rubbed his thumb
over the tips of his fingers, testing the feeling.
    He caught Zhora watching him and
pointed to the blanket in the overhead bin. Zhora quickly complied
and placed the fleece over Maggie’s body.
    “What is the plan when we reach
Yakutsk?” Zhenya asked, keeping his voice low so as to not disturb
their guest.
    “Dmitry has a car waiting for us at
the airport. We will drive to the pack’s garage. From there,
instead of hiking in, I will take Maggie on one of the snowmobiles.
You and your brother will take her luggage on the other two,” Slava
said.
    Zhora frowned. “Can we carry all three
of her suitcases?”
    “I believe we have a luggage net. You
and Zhenya will have to find a way or make more than one
trip.”
    “I wanted to run in. My wolf needs to
stretch its legs after being in this plane,” Zhenya
complained.
    “Hush. We do not discuss our wolf
spirits in front of the human. You will take the snowmobiles as I
said,” Slava whispered furiously. Agony knifed into his
head.
    He closed his eyes a moment. Pushing
the pain back, he tried to breathe through it. He smelled vanilla
and warm woman. His body relaxed as he pulled Maggie’s scent deep
into his lungs. The torment ebbed. Then it disappeared
entirely.
    He opened his eyes to look down at
her. Her long lashes lay on her cheek; her red lips were slightly
parted as she breathed. He ran his hand down her hair to her back,
enjoying the silky softness. She sighed and shifted. He twirled one
of her long curls around his finger. The color fascinated
him.
    “Uhm, perhaps I should fix some food.”
Zhora rose and headed toward the galley near the back of the
plane.
    “I’ll help.” Zhenya quickly followed
on his brother’s heels.
    Slava frowned and tilted
his head. What was their
problem?
    Suddenly the plane jerked and bounced,
hitting turbulence. The fasten seat belt sign came on, and Zhora
and Zhenya hurried down the aisle and sat down in their
chairs.
    “You should belt her in. She might
fall off the couch,” Zhora suggested.
    Slava looked down at the woman with
her head lying on his lap. He didn’t want her to fall, but she
slept so heavily he didn’t want to wake her either. He slipped his
seat belt on, being careful not to catch her hair. Then he reached
down, and putting his hands around her ribs, pulled her up into his
lap. Her head naturally fell onto his shoulder, and he wrapped his
arms around her. She must be a heavy sleeper to accept his moving
her so easily.
    “There, that should keep her from
falling.” Slava looked over at the brothers.
    Both Zhora and Zhenya stared at him in
astonishment. Zhora’s mouth hung open and Zhenya
frowned.
    “What? She needs her
sleep.”
    “If you say so,” Zhora
said.
    “Are you sure you know what