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    Trinity lifted her rose-colored glasses and squinted at him with her magnificent blue eyes. “Why do I see stone around you?” She swayed in her seat. “And wings?”
    Kane’s stomach bottomed out. He placed his cutlery down and leaned over his plate to whisper. “What do you mean you see stone and wings?” He knew exactly what she meant. What he didn’t know was how she could see it.
    “And you!” She pointed her index finger at Arawn. “You seem like a decent guy. Why are you filled with war and revenge? You’re so conflicted with your good nature. And your tattoos…what are you hiding?” She set her glasses back in place.
    Kane glanced to Arawn and found his comrade with widened eyes. Arawn’s shock seemed to match his own. This may be a short assignment, after all . He grimaced.
    “I want to see those tattoos up close, by the way.” She giggled then continued in a hushed tone. “I peeked, you know.”
    “At…?” Kane cracked a one-sided grin. How could this woman terrify and amuse him at the same time?
    “Your tattoos, when we were skinny dipping.” She muffled a slight squeal. “I saw his bum!” She pointed to Arawn and slammed her palm on the table again in another short-lived fit of amusement.
    “How would you know anything about us?” Arawn maintained his inquisitive stare at the loose-lipped beauty. “Well….” He crinkled his brows. “The tattoos are obvious.”
    “Oh….” She whirled her hand in a dismissive wave. “That’s right, you don’t know anything about me…or do you?” She fired a cynical glare, first at him then at Arawn.
    “Not much.” Kane motioned air quotations with his fingers. “Client confidentiality. Talk to us.”
    This was a chance to delve into why she was here. Her defenses were most certainly down, although shame washed over him at the need to interrogate her in this condition. Man, he couldn’t stop staring at her porcelain features and delectable curves. High cheekbones, full ruby-red lips, and milky mounds that teased the trim of her dipped neckline. She was exquisite, although he preferred her in her more lucid state. What he wouldn’t give to take off those glasses and gaze longer into the depths of her eyes…take off her dress and gaze at what lay hidden under that. A flashback of her trying to hide her plump breasts at the hot springs prompted a mischievous grin. Kane cleared his throat and tried to push his lustful thoughts aside.
    “Hey, get your mind out of the gutter, stud muffin!” she scolded him. “And you, too,” she slurred at Arawn.
    “I wasn’t—” Kane fibbed.
    “Anyway”—she shifted in her chair and straightened her posture—“as fate would have it, I’ve lost my mind.”
    “I don’t understand.” Arawn propped his forearms on the table.
    “Well, the low-down….” She leaned over and cupped the side of her mouth as she whispered. “I’m not just a banshee like I was led to believe. It would seem I’m a mixed breed, part empath.”
    “Is that so?” Arawn prodded.
    “Cyrus read my mother’s ring.” She flashed the white gold band on her right hand and continued. “My parents weren’t murdered by humans like I thought. My mother went batty and killed my father and then herself.”
    “I’m so sorry.” Kane’s throat grew thick at her herbal-induced confession.
    In his years of service to the Para Elite Force and training on the island with Rekkus, Kane had heard tales of how avoidant Cyrus read objects, hence his need to wear his black gloves. Especially objects housing such horrific tragedy. It was difficult to fathom he would even touch her ring.
    “That’s not the worst of it,” she hissed. “Her mixed breed drove her insane, and, as of late, it looks like I’m heading down the same path.”
    “How so?” Kane hunched his shoulders. Aside from being lambasted by Sage’s herbal concoction, he had a difficult time imagining this intelligent, sexy lady as anything but