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unconscious, but behind her a man with wings was already stirring. Judging by those wings, he must be older, stronger. “She’ll be all right,” she said. “Really, they just zapped her mind, but it won’t be permanent.”
    Some of the tension drained from the dark man, and he nodded once. “Let’s get the hell off this shithole. We’ve got what we came for. Time to leave.” He picked up the blonde as though she weighed nothing and strode up the ramp to disappear inside the ship.
    Devlin turned back to her. “Well, thanks for the rescue and be seeing you. Not.”
    He was going to walk away. Did he really feel nothing, no connection between them?
    “Mr. Starke—Devlin—we saved you. The least you can do is take me with you.”
    Beside her Thorne bristled. “You are not going on board that ship alone.”
    She glanced at his face and took in his steadfast expression—he wasn’t budging on this. She scowled but turned back to Devlin. “Okay, the least you can do is take us with you.”
    “Give me a reason why.”
    So we can make love?
    So I can fulfill the prophecy and save my people?
    Not really wanting to go with either of those options, she improvised. “The Wardens will wake up. And they’ll kill us if they find us here.” She took a step toward him and laid a hand on his arm. “Please.”
    “So why don’t you and your friends just fly away?”
    She resisted the urge to stamp her foot. “The others can. But Thorne is…” she thought quickly, “…tired from saving you. It takes a lot of mental energy.”
    “You’re lying.”
    “I never lie,” she lied.
    “Take them,” a voice said from behind her. She turned around. The winged stranger was awake. He rose up onto his knees then pushed himself to his feet. He had short dark hair, a handsome, lean face, and the violet eyes of the Others.
    “You giving the orders now?” Devlin snapped.
    “We should let them come. I want to talk to them. I want to find out about this place. These people. I want to know what they are. What we are.” He turned and went to the other woman, the dark haired one who was still unconscious. “Tannis, sweetheart, wake up.” When there was no reaction, he turned back to Saffira. “Will she be all right?”
    “Yes.”
    “She’s new,” Thorne said. “It will affect her badly. But she’ll come around.”
    The man nodded, picked her up and, holding her cradled against his chest, disappeared into the ship.
    Saffira blew out her breath and then glanced around. There was just Devlin and her people left now. And the Wardens, unconscious on the ground.
    Devlin shrugged. “The Leader of the Universe has spoken. So I guess you’re coming with us.” He didn’t sound happy about it, and what was that “Leader of the Universe” comment about? But she had what she wanted. As long as Thorne wasn’t going to be difficult. An ominous scowl was plastered across his face, and she held his gaze trying to convey how important this was.
    He took a deep breath and gave a single nod. She saw the silent communication pass between him and Rory, before her guard rose into the air and quickly vanished into the darkness with the whoosh of wings.
    The excitement was back, bubbling inside her. She cast Devlin a look, lingering on his tall, powerful figure, her gaze sliding down his body, snagging on the bulge in his pants, then back up to his face.
    He raised an eyebrow. Oh Lord, had he caught her ogling his penis? Heat washed over her skin, and his eyes widened. He’d probably never seen anyone blush quite like her before, and she cursed her affliction.
    Luckily, at that moment, one of the Wardens stirred on the ground.
    “Time to go,” Thorne said.

Chapter Two
    Devlin stiffened his spine as the adrenaline oozed from his system leaving him shaky and weak.
    Shit. He was alive.
    And he’d really thought this time he was dead.
    That was happening all too frequently lately and it would have pissed him off because he had things to do.