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remember
anything?"
    Chayle could only stare at the stranger as
the nightmares came to life, reality replaced by the men who had
held her. The lancing pain, the terror and the raucous laughter all
came slamming back through her mind as they told her what they were
going to do to the other girl once they finished with her.
    She had fought them, dared them to do their
worse, and prayed. God, she had prayed that someone would find them
before she lost the battle and those monsters started on the other
girl. In the end, it had been too much. Her body had shut down and
her mind drifted to a place where she could rest without the pain
as the last session with a lunatic had taken everything she had to
stay semiconscious.
    "Oh God!" she choked out, curling into a
fetal position away from him so he couldn't see her, couldn't know.
Chayle couldn't give them what they wanted so they had kept hurting
her, they wouldn't stop. She had known it was only a matter of time
before they killed her.
    She felt the giant of a man reach for her
and instinct had her recoiling before she could stop it. Chayle's
hands flashed out with lightning speed in spite of her injuries,
slapping the hand coming at her so hard a crack could be heard in
the quiet room. The man who called himself Kayne cursed, his frown
turning stormy.
    "What the hell are you doing to her?"
another male voice cut the silence as Kayne stared at the fighting
spitfire in the bed.
    "Shut up, Rafe, and get in here. You're
better at soothing females than I am. Do it!" Kayne growled,
rubbing his wrist where it still smarted, lucky he had gotten it in
place before her foot had landed on his cock.
    He shook his head, his lips twitching
slightly. Damn, she was barely awake and still fighting. "And watch
out. She's as mean as a snake with those hands and feet."
    Rafe moved to the side of the bed slowly,
raising both hands so Chayle could see them. He kept an eye on her
hands and feet, watching her face to make sure she understood his
non-aggressive movements.
    It took everything in her to remain
motionless and watch both men. There had to be brain damage, a
concussion, or at least drugs still in her system. Because there
was no God in the universe that could have made two men that looked
so much alike, so handsome and so dangerous looking as the two who
stood next to her bed. Chayle shook her head, trying to clear it of
whatever was messing with her brain.
    Long raven black hair and devilish blue eyes
twinkling with a sense of amusement as this new stranger stood
watching her while the other looked like he wanted to kill someone.
The hint of anger and danger surrounded him like armor.
    Both men sported wide shoulders and massive
chests sitting atop trim hips and thick thighs the size of tree
trunks that didn't come from working out in a gym. No, Chayle
recognized military when she saw it and that physique came from
long hours of hard dangerous work.
    Both men had to be well over six and a half
feet tall if an inch. Chayle wasn't short by any means coming in at
almost five eight, but next to the two giants she felt tiny.
    "You'll have to excuse my twin for his
manners, but most of the time he doesn't have to deal with the
opposite sex. I'm afraid he's lost his touch!" The smiling giant
with the amused eyes was trying to soothe her. How ridiculous was
that?
    Chayle looked at the two men as if they had
lost their ever-loving minds!
    However, for some reason Chayle could
suddenly feel the tension easing from her muscles, the fear, and
pain pushing back to barriers where she could deal with it for now.
Her heart rate slowed and the trembling in her chest and body
slowly began to ease.
    "Now," the nicer of the two men whispered,
"breathe for me and tell us what you can remember."
    Chayle took a deep breath, not even
realizing she was holding it. She kept her gaze on the smiling one
because the other man's eyes did something to her stomach. She
didn't want to look at him; she didn't want to think