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differently.
    “ You seem lost in
thought.”
    Grayson turned his gaze to
Adrianna. “My apologies. A lot has happened over the past
month.”
    “ Tell me. Sometimes
speaking of it will help to work out the problems.”
    He hesitated. Opening up wasn’t something
Grayson did. Ever. The fact he was considering it instead of lying
was enough to give him pause.
    “ Grayson,” she said and
leaned toward him. “Whoever was after you isn’t finished. They’re
going to return. I’d rather be prepared.”
    He regarded her with narrowed eyes. No mere
woman would know of such things. “What do you know?”
    “ Nothing specific,” she
said and lowered her gaze as she sat back. “It’s just a...feeling I
have.”
    Though he longed to rise from the bed and
find his weapons, even now his body cried for sleep. The wound and
the fever had weakened him considerably. He wouldn’t be in any
condition to fight his enemies for weeks yet. And by then it might
already be too late.
    “ Rest,” Adrianna murmured
near his ear.
    He didn’t fight the pull of
sleep. Her small hand rested on his forehead a moment before her
fingers trailed down his cheek, her touch feather light and
entirely too pleasant.
    Grayson wasn’t done analyzing his situation
or the men who ambushed him, but his brain was fuzzy and in need of
rest. If the knights who attacked him discovered he wasn’t dead,
they would return.
    And he’d just put the
entire camp of gypsies in danger.

Chapter Three
     
     
    Adrianna waited until
Grayson’s breathing evened into sleep before she dropped her hand
and forced herself to move away. The more she touched him, the more
she wanted to touch, to feel all of him. It was disconcerting to
say the least.
    It didn’t take a bana ‐ bhuidseach to look into Grayson’s
haunting silver gaze to know he had secrets locked deep within his
heart. It was those secrets that would get him killed. She didn’t
need to peer into the future to know that fact.
    For the next hour, she let her mind wander
over all she remembered of Serena and Drogan and the evil tracking
them. When there still were no answers, she rubbed her hands down
her face and let out a loud sigh.
    She turned and picked up
the arrowhead to sniff it. A wave of wickedness and pure evil
engulfed her. There was no mistake. It was the same scent she’d
smelled when she had told Serena and Drogan they were being
followed.
    Why would the same evil be after Grayson?
Unless he was somehow connected to Serena and Drogan. She glanced
at the sleeping warrior and wondered at his secrets.
    She’d hoped Grayson would
be willing to share the events of his travel to Hawksbridge, but
she should have known better. It was secrets that led him down this
path, secrets that had shaped the way he lived, and he would live
by those secrets until the day he died.
    A man like Grayson didn’t share his past
readily. But without the knowledge of his past, she couldn’t help
him. Too bad she didn’t have the gift of seeing into his past. She
could save herself, and Grayson, a lot of trouble.
    She rubbed her hands down
her face before she lifted the thick, heavy fabric that covered the
cart to see the sun sinking into the horizon. She hadn’t realized
how long she’d spent healing Grayson, and he had no idea how close
to death he’d come.
    Weariness crept over her. What little
healing she could do had sapped her strength. All she wanted was
sleep, but she didn’t dare, not until she knew for sure Grayson
wouldn’t succumb to the fever once more.
    Of a sudden, she heard the gypsies calling
out they were stopping for the night. A moment later her wagon
pulled to a halt. She glanced at Grayson before walking to the back
of her cart. Just as she was about to step down, Milosh
appeared.
    “ Drina? How is your
warrior?” he asked, his gaze darting behind her to Grayson sleeping
on her bed.
    He’ll never be mine. No
man was meant to be mine. “I was able to
break his fever, but he’s still