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"Go, before I change my mind," he ordered, abruptly releasing her.
    Raven walked away from him slowly, trying to overcome the dizziness that had taken hold of her. She was careful to walk straight, not wanting him to know she felt as if her body was lead, that every movement was difficult. She walked with her head up and kept her mind purposely blank.
    Mikhail watched her enter the inn. He saw her hand go up to her head, rub at her temple, the nape of her neck. She was still dizzy from his taking her blood. That had been selfish, beneath him, yet he couldn't stop himself. Now she was paying for it. Her head ached from the bombardment of emotions. His included. All of his people would have to be more careful to shield their minds.
    Mikhail unfolded his large frame from the vehicle, moved to the shadows, his senses flaring out to tell him he was alone. He took the form of mist. In the heavy fog it was unnoticeable, and he could easily seep beneath her unsecured window. He watched her as she sank onto the bed. Her face was pale, her eyes haunted.Shw swept her mane of hair back, touching his mark as if it ached. It took her a few minutes to kick off her shoes, as if the task was too great.
    Mikhail waited until she had flung herself face down, fully clothed on the bed. You will sleep. He gave the order forcefully, expected her compliance.
    Mikhail. His name echoed in his head, soft, drowsy, with a hint of amusement. Somehow I knew you would just have to have your way. She didn't fight it, but went under willingly, a smile curving her soft mouth.
    Mikhail undressed her, slid her slender body beneath the covers. He safeguarded the door, a powerful spell guaranteed to keep even the strongest of his own people out, let alone pathetic mortal assassins. He secured the windows and provided the same guards at every possible entry point. Very gently he brushed his lips across her forehead, then reached down to touch his brand on her neck before leaving Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    her.
    The others fell silent when he entered his home. Celeste smiled tentatively, pressed a protective hand to the child lying in her womb. "Is she all right, Mikhail?"
    He nodded abruptly, curiously grateful for her concern. No one would question him, yet his behavior was completely out of character for him. He got right to the point. "How did the assassins find Noelle unprotected?"
    The others looked at one another. Mikhail drilled it into them never to forget the smallest details guarding their safety, but over the years it was so easy to forget, to slip up.
    "Noelle had her baby only two months ago. She was so tired all the time." Celeste tried to excuse the slip.
    "And Rand? Where was he? Why did he leave his exhausted wife unprotected while she slept?" Mikhail asked softly, dangerously.
    Byron, the man who had been in such trouble earlier, stirred uncomfortably. "You know how Rand is.
    Always after the women. He took the child to Celeste and went out hunting."
    "And forgot to provide Noelle with the proper safeguards." Mikhail's disgust was all too evident. "Where is he?"
    Celeste's lifemate, Eric, answered grimly. "He was crazy, Mikhail. It took all of us to subdue him, but he sleeps now. The child is with him deep in the ground. The healing will do them good."
    "We could not afford to lose Noelle." Mikhail pushed grief away; it was not the time to feel it. "Eric, can you keep Rand under control?"
    "I think you should talk to him," Eric answered honestly. "The guilt is making him crazy. He nearly turned on us."
    "Vlad, where is Eleanor? She is at risk, heavy with child. We must protect her as we will Celeste,"
    Mikhail said. "We cannot afford the loss of any of our women and certainly not their children."
    "She is so close to term, I was worried about her traveling." Vlad sighed heavily. "She is safe and well-guarded for the moment, but I think this war is starting again."
    Mikhail tapped a finger on the