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mesmerizing irises. “I don’t have panic attacks.”
    “My error. You must have been sleepy, then.”
    She drew back. A slow smile spread across his face—the first he could remember feeling in ages. Her eyes narrowed even more. “You think this is funny? How funny will it be when I slit your throat?”
    “You won’t.”
    “Confident, aren’t you?”
    “Yeah, I am. If you wanted me dead, you would have let me fall off that castle wall. You didn’t because you’re not done with me.”
    Shock ran over her face. “I—”
    “And that’s fine by me, because I’m not done with you either. This, whatever it is between us, isn’t even close to being over.”
    Her mouth closed. Her gaze held his. And in the silence…he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Which…only turned him on more. He always knew what those around him were thinking, feeling, plotting. He searched her expression for clues to her thoughts, but all he could see was surprise. And arousal. And the same damn heat searing his veins.
    His stomach tightened. Beneath his pants, he grew hard. Oh yeah. He wanted this female. No matter who she was working for. Wanted her all to himself. At least for a little while.
    She climbed off him and stepped back, the blade held out like a warning. “Go back where you came from, Titus. And forget you ever met me. I won’t be returning to your realm—ever.”
    He rolled to his side, pushed to his feet, moving in slow motion so as not to spook her. A breeze rustled the trees at his back and blew a lock of hair that had come free across his cheek, the sensation normal. Familiar. Expected. The only touch against his skin he could count on these days.
    Except for her. She could touch him. And he had to know why.
    “I’m not going anywhere but where you’re going,” he said calmly. “Until I get what I want, you’re stuck with me.”
    Her breath quickened. A flush rose up in her cheeks. She stepped back again, waving the dagger in front of her like a sword. “You’re not going anywhere with me.”
    “Then start talking.”
    Voices echoed from the bottom of the hill. Several. Female. Natasa’s gaze jerked that way. With her so easily distracted, Titus knew he could overpower her, but he didn’t. He stood where he was and waited. Because even without her touching him, this was more fun than he’d had in months…no, years.
    She faced him again, but instead of frustration and surprise, panic marked her features. “You have to go. Now. I’m not fooling around anymore.”
    His senses went on high alert. “Who’s down there?”
    She sheathed the blade at her back and bent to pick up a length of rope from the ground. The same kind of rope she’d thrown to him from the wall walk when he’d been struggling to make it to the top. Thin, strong, otherworldly rope that must have fallen out of her pocket when they’d been wrestling in the dirt. “No one you want to meet. Just go!”
    The conversation with Theron flashed in his mind. Followed by the Argonaut leader’s suspicions. He grasped her arm at the biceps. “I said I’m not leaving until we talk, and I meant it.”
    “Gods!” She swiveled, pushed both hands against his leather breastplate, and shoved hard. But she was only about five-seven and weighed maybe a hundred and thirty pounds, and her push didn’t even budge him. And there was no heat in the movement. Not like when she’d attacked that guard. “I’m trying to help you now. Why won’t you listen?”
    “Natasa?”
    Natasa froze against him. Titus looked over her head toward the tall brunette standing near an old-growth pine. The one decked out in full camo gear, her hair pulled back in a tight tail, her hand holding a blade the length of his leg. And behind her? Five more just like her.
    “Shit,” Natasa muttered, her eyes sliding closed.
    Sirens? No, these female warriors weren’t flashy enough. Zeus only recruited the sexiest, most alluring females into his private army. While these