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go.
    “I want to go,” she muttered, shocked for a
second to hear the scratchy tenor of her unused voice. “I want to
go,” she said again, this time a bit more forcefully.
    Paz stopped rocking and blinked.
    “I want to go.” She stood up, phasing through
the bed, through Richard who shook and shivered as she passed. The
discordant claxon of the monitor’s beeping lit the room, startling
Richard. His eyes were wide as he stared at the screen and with
shaking hands he began to screech.
    “ Help. Help please !” he cried.
Footsteps thudded quickly toward the room.
    “I’m sorry, Richard.” She gazed at him with
tear-filled eyes before leaving him and the room behind. “But I
have to go,” she continued to mutter, over and over, until she came
to the room with her Todd. What had he called himself on the
plane?
    Tristan was it?
    Paz stopped, waiting for the quiet tug in her
soul she always experienced when she got close to his room.
    He really was beautiful. And so tall. She’d
never have had to worry about wearing heels around him.
    “Stop hanging on,” she told him. “It’s time
to go, Todd, it’s time to go…”
    “Go where?”
    That dark decadent voice rolled over her body
like sun warmed honey. Tingles of heat shot through a soul she
thought might never feel warmth again.
    Prickling force pressed against her back. She
remembered that sensation. It was the hard penetrating gaze of a
man liking what he saw. And for a moment she remembered how it felt
to be alive, to feel empowered, sexy…
    “Go where, little dove?”
    Her lashes fluttered and all thought
scattered. There’d been a tunnel, and light, a hot, hard desire to
go… but now there was this. Him.
    She turned. “Jinni?”
    Her reflection glinted in the depths of his
dark eyes. Soulful eyes. The kind of eyes that mesmerized, made her
forget the cold, the soul sucking loneliness that shredded any
resolve to stay.
    “You left me,” she said, the words sprung
from the depths of her pain.
    Long, sooty lashes shaded his eyes. His full
bottom lip turned down in a small frown. “It is hard to be around
you.”
    “I’m so cold when you leave. And the light,”
she glanced out the door, knowing the light waited just down the
hall, “it’s so warm. I need warm.”
    Ripples of static buzzed along her jawline as
his nearly translucent finger traced the curve of her jaw.
    “I am here now, and I promise I will not
leave again.”
    She smiled as a lone tear slipped out the
corner of her eye.
    “Would you like to hear a story?” he
asked.
    “What kind of story?”
    “One filled with romance, intrigue, and
betrayal. My story.”
    He sounded so sad, so unsure, and all she
knew was she had to stay for him. She couldn’t leave. He needed her
and somehow, deep down, she knew she needed him too.
    Maybe they could save each other.
    She smiled and nodded her head, feeling his
tug of energy move against her wrist as he magnetically seemed to
pull her close to his pale side.
    “You told me once you like to paint.”
    Colors filled her head, a miasma of differing
shades-- bold blues and vivid reds. Her heart quickened and she
nodded as joy trembled in her throat. “Yes. I do.”
    He turned his hands over in silent entreaty.
She understood and rested hers on top of his. His power buzzed
along her arms, and for a moment, a split second in time she swore
she could almost feel them-- strong, and firm, and slightly cool.
They thrilled her, made her burn and ache, but then the sensation
of touch was gone and all she felt again was the delicious hum of
him ripple through her.
    Something intoxicating and exciting filled
the space between them, it shimmered like pale golds and glinting
silvers.
    “This is my magic,” he leaned in so close,
his lips hovered by her ear, and she shivered as heat streaked from
her fingertips. “Paint my story, and see who I really am. Then you
can decide.”
    He didn’t make sense to her, but it didn’t
matter, because in front of