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“I have my suspicions.”

    “Suspicions?” she inquired, crossing her arms over her chest. This dream was just getting weirder by the minute.

    Heated tingles danced along her wrist where he’d grabbed her causing her to absently rub at the spot. Glancing back at him to find him watching her action, she dropped her arms to hide them behind her back.

    Eying his appearance critically, she tilted her chin at him. “Why do you look like that?”

    Looking down at himself before raising his eyes again, he took a step forward. “What is wrong with how I look?” he countered defensively.

    “You have gray skin and claws,” she pointed out. His shoulders lifted, unconvinced. “You’re dressed like some type of barbarian.”

    “I do not know what you mean. However, I dress as all warriors of my kind do.”

    Shrugging her shoulders, Elena dropped the subject. A strong force begun to pull at her as the dream world around them began to fade like smoke. Glancing back at the handsome stranger she watched as his form became nearly transparent like everything else. Realizing what was happening to him, his hand reached towards her even though she stepped away.

    “Do not think you’ve gotten rid of me. I will return,” he vowed firmly as he nearly was completely faded.

    “Why?”

    Like smoke his strong form became thin as air and disappeared from her sight. Before the rest vanished, his rough voice drifted around her.

    “Because; you are mine.”

    * ~ * ~ *

    The scent of fire and death suddenly surrounded Kieran once again as his eyes jerked open. Casting a look around, he found that he was lying on the ground beside the charred structure. With his sword still clutched in his hand he leapt to his feet. Striding away from the structure, he spun in a circle as he searched for the woman he’d seen just moments ago.

    Had it really happened? Looking down at his free hand, he could still feel the warmth of her skin against his fingertips. It had to have been real, but how?

    “Kieran!” At the sound of the thundering voice, he spun around in time to see his commander and the rest of his fellow warriors break through the tree line. “Anything?”

    His thoughts instantly returned to what had just happened. Deciding to keep what had occurred to himself, he shook his head in denial before sliding his sword back into its sheath. “Nothing. All are dead, Li’r .”

    His commander’s scowl deepened at the news. Jerking around to the warriors that waited behind him, he barked orders for the warriors to see to the care of the bodies. Spinning back to Kieran, his gaze softened some. Arlen was a strong commander of many warriors and held Kieran’s respect. However he knew that inside Arlen was raging at the carnage around them but powerless to do anything about it.

    “I want you to return to the stronghold. Inform the Gu’an of what has happened here and the warriors that remain there. We must be prepared or any further attacks since the council will most likely wish to ignore every drop of Garmorian blood that was spilled tonight.”

    The reminder that the high lords still would refuse to rally together against their enemy angered Kieran. Barely suppressing a snarl against the injustice, he nodded. “What of the other villages?”

    “I have already sent Dajran and several others to alert the villages of the danger and ordering them to take precautions.”

    Precautions? Shaking his head, Kieran’s eyes narrowed at the idea of the word. Being aware of the destruction and bloodshed of this night wouldn’t be enough to protect the Garmorian people. “Shouldn’t a few warriors be sent to stay at the villages after the events tonight?”

    Frowning, Arlen sighed deeply. “That is not our orders. Do as I said, return and report. I will remain behind to make certain that the dead is put to rest.” Having said his final word on the matter, Arlen walked past Kieran with an expression that may as well have been carved