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watched her sleep, he tried to put all of his conflicting feelings in perspective. Naturally, he was afraid for her safetyhe was responsible for her. He was her bodyguard. |
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And lover? a tiny voice reminded him. |
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There were so many things he wanted for herfor the two of them. But the main thing he wanted, he couldn't give her: time. Today, tomorrow at the latest, something terrible was going to happen. He knew it. He felt it in his gut like a giant rubber band winding around and around until either it broke or he did. Bryan Douglasthe Dark Man: two sides of the same coin. And the idea that anyone could think of hurting Kyna . . . |
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His claws dug into the arm of the chair. |
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But was it really love? Could he take the chance? Did he have a choice? |
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Wow! he thought, what a scary feeling! |
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His head began to nod and he slowly slipped into a deep sleep. |
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Once again Cyrus found himself roaming the top of that oddly-shaped mountain. If anything, the peak was even more eerily beautiful than he rememberedcold and wild in the light of a blood-red moon. But he sensed danger all around him: in the air, in the treeseyes that sought his death filled the forest like malevolent leaves. He pushed onover boulders and through brush thick with the scent of wild blueberries. Thorns tore at his fur, but couldn't slow him. He was on a quest. He had to find . . . someoneto warn them. But he couldn't remember who. Fear was his only companion. It was the coppery taste of blood in his mouth and the pain in his lungs. It was the nagging voice of terror that drove him on. Terrified? Yes, but of what and for whom? He couldn't seem to remember that either. |
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At the edge of the trees, he paused to survey the rubble field. The wind carried the smell of rain and wet earthit also carried the odor of fresh blood. He followed the scent around |
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