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stupor.
    If he opened the door any wider he would surely see Kylie. What would he do? Did she really want to find out? Taylon stared at her sister, silently imploring her to leave this place. She felt the door slip from her grasp as Bracken shut it, cutting her off from Kylie’s worried gaze.
    “You will get in the water, if I have to throw you in.”
    Shaking her head, Taylon followed Bracken back to the edge of the bathing pool. He had her. She needed to keep him in this room long enough for Kylie to escape. Please let her get away without running into any of the other males . Taylon shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Kylie ran into one like Rriodan.
    How could she stay and let him use her?
    Use? Hell, his barest touch sent her blood rushing. Thoughts of him touching her in places that had only known the feel of her own hands rekindled the fire burning from betwixt her legs.
    No. She would not give in to the feelings he inspired.
    When he bid her to stop, she folded her arms beneath her breast. She bunched the fabric up underneath her hands, grasping it as if it were the coarse material she was used to.
    Taylon stared at a crack on the floor, refusing to let him see her humiliated face. She’d never undressed for a man before. If he wanted her to remove the stupid scrap of a dress, then fine.
    His hands stopped her. “You had your chance. Now I will undress you.”
    Her gaze flew up to meet the storm raging in his eyes. His threat rushed to the forefront of her mind. Damn. Time to stop thinking about Kylie. Real danger was here, standing right in front of her. He waited in front of her, his hands still clasping hers. His thumbs drew lazy circles on her skin.
    “I don’t need your help.” She struggled to pull her hands from beneath his warm grasp.
    “Then you should have done as I told you to.”
    She did not want his hands on her, drowning out all rational thought. But she refused to beg to undress herself. She had more pride than that. Instead she lifted her arms and waited.
     
    Bracken left her in her stone stance while he examined her. Looking at the pert nose and the firm set of her mouth, he admitted she was passably pretty. Several of the women at the Gathering were more beautiful. But her lithe form made up for any perceived shortcomings.
    Her shift did little to hide her assets. The white silk outlined high breasts that would more than fill his hands, and her rounded hips. Hell, if he’d spent less time concentrating on that ass he would not have almost been disgraced. Several of his enemies would view it as a weakness that a lone female could escape him. No matter, he had her now.
    Bracken walked behind her, grabbed her dress from the sides and pulled it up over her head. Tossing the garment aside, he peered over her shoulder at her dark rose nipples. The urge to touch her raced through him, scorching him to his fingertips. The beast roamed just beneath the surface. She needed to be cleaned before he lost what little control he maintained.
    Bracken let his hands skim the outside of her thighs and trace a path up to her waist. Take her. Take her . The beast cared not about her thin coating of dirt and sweat. Using the last of his control he pulled her into the circle of his arms. The satin feel of her burned like fire licking at his skin. Lifting her up, he took a few steps and dropped her into the water.

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Taylon broke the surface, sputtering, water bobbing at her neck. Good thing she could swim. Damned beast. How dare he drop her in the pool like a sack of trash?
    Turning all the way around she searched the green reflections in the liquid surface for him. The water beat a constant pulse against the edges of the pool. He had to be beneath the surface. Staring at the dissipating ripples, her heart stilled. Had he drowned? Could a Changeling drown? Maybe he changed into a fish or some other water dwelling animal. He still had to come up for air eventually,