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faster, because she sure as hell couldn’t beat a deahman in a
contest of strength. They were both trained fighters, both fighting for a cause
that seemed more and more helpless with each passing hour.
    She leaned over his ear. “You were damn lucky Samir and I
were there watching you,” she whispered. “Donar. You’re Donar, aren’t you?”
    Of course, he didn’t respond. That blast back in the alley
threw those two men off the brick walls as though they were ping-pong balls.
They were lucky that they were only unconscious. It didn’t matter, Tara knew
that she was right. Of the two, Donar was the brains, while Soren was the
brawn. No one would ever dare call Donar scrawny, however. He was chiseled in
his own right, just less bulk than his brother.
    “Are you sure that these are the twins you were looking for?”
Samir scooped the man up in his arms with ease. Tara watched as her friend
strode over to the large king-sized bed and dumped him next to the other body.
    “They have to be the twins. They have the earrings.”
    “Lots of men wear earrings.” He pointed to the small gold
hoop in his own ear. “Aren’t they supposed to have scars or something?”
    “Tattoos.” If her intelligence was correct, each man
received one earring and one tattoo as an initiation into some gang.
    “Well, maybe we should look for the tats.”
    “No, don’t bother. They’re the right ones.” Tara didn’t
really want to go looking for the tattoos, considering where they were located.
It would be like violating them in their sleep. Not that touching them was
unappealing. Quite the opposite. Who wouldn’t want to roll around with chiseled
bodies, blond hair and kissable lips? She just didn’t want to do it with Samir
watching her.
    “How do you know they’re the right ones?” Samir asked as he
eyed the closest man. “I think we need to check.”
    Tara rolled her eyes. His comment was so typically Samir.
The man was ready to hump anything that moved on a moment’s notice. Male or
female, it didn’t matter. All that mattered to him was the sense of adventure,
the pursuit of pleasure.
    “No,” she said.
    “You’re no fun.”
    “No, I’m not.” Tara felt a little possessive toward the men,
and didn’t like the thought of Samir touching them so intimately. She had been
studying the twins for six months and felt she knew them inside and out. Tara
had memorized their pictures, running her finger over their outline and
imagining herself pressed up against all of that hard muscle, cocooned in all
of that warmth and strength…
    “Tara? Are you okay?”
    Tara shook herself from her thoughts. “Yes, I’m fine. These
have to be the men we’re looking for. There’s no other explanation why those deahmans are so interested in them.”
    “I hope you’re right.” Samir stood at the foot of the bed
and studied the men, his large, round face turning hard with concentration. “I’d
hate for this to be a trap.”
    Tara walked over and stood next to Samir. They both watched
the unconscious twins in silence, and Tara tried to think of what to do next.
    The men before her were twins, yet different. The one she
had tried to carry was long and lean, the other broader. While one’s face was
thin, the other’s was wider and looked chiseled from stone. If the leaner one
was quick, the larger one was all strength. Together they would make a deadly
combination.
    Heat sparked in her lower abdomen as she imagined herself
pressed in between those bodies, touching each dip and rise of muscle. What
would their touch feel like? What would they taste like?
    “Tara, are you okay?”
    Tara tore her gaze away from the men and frowned at Samir. “These are the twins. I’ve seen them before, remember?”
    “That was along time ago. People change, especially people
who have been to hell and back.”
    He was referring to the day Soren, Donar and the rest of the
FBI team went into hell. She and two other Iatros had tried to stop
them, but