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After a few more seconds, Talon heard a shuffling noise to his right. A woman in a white dress appeared.

“Lina,” Kenna said. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Is it really true?” the woman asked.

“Yes. Go on outside.” Kenna stepped forward and hugged the other woman. “My friends are there. And they have the adepts under control.”

“Nobody can control them,” Lina whispered.

“My friends are stronger. Some of them are from this universe. From a city called Sun Acres. But some of them are from the other side of the portal,” she said, like that would give them powers. Of course, the opposite was usually true, but Lina didn’t know it.

The woman gave a tiny nod.

“Do you know where the others are hiding?” Talon asked her.

“Some are down there,” she said, pointing to a room farther along the corridor. Then she walked cautiously toward the cave entrance.

When she was gone, Kenna took a few more steps into the cave, then stopped short.

“What?” Talon asked.

“I feel danger . . . but I don’t know where it’s coming from.”

“Then let’s go back.”

She looked up and down the tunnel, expecting one of the slaves to come charging out at them with a knife in his hand.

“Is it my imagination, or is the floor vibrating under our feet?” Talon asked.

“I feel it, too.” Panic gripped her. “We have to go back. Before it’s too late.”

As she spoke, a huge crack appeared in the ceiling right above her head, and small chunks of rock began to fall around her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

KENNA’S GAZE MET Talon’s, and she knew in that terrible moment that she was going to die. After all this.

But she hadn’t counted on her mate’s werewolf reflexes.

He grabbed her, pulling her out of the way and throwing his body over hers to shield her as the cave shook around them and rock rained down.

When the ground stopped trembling, they were lying just beyond a pile of rubble.

“You saved me,” she whispered.

He clutched her tighter. “Thank God.”

They clung together, her arms moving over his back and shoulders as she reassured herself that her mate was unharmed, and he did the same.

“What the hell happened?” Talon finally asked.

Until that moment, she hadn’t put it all together, but as the picture fell into place, she caught her breath.

“It was Swee, Wendon, and Barthime. They used their psychic powers to bring the ceiling down—on top of me.”

“But they were being . . . guarded.”

“Yes.”

The sound of feet in the cave made them both turn. Zarah and Renata ran toward them.

“Are you all right?” Renata gasped out, looking over their shoulders at the chunks of rock lying on the floor.

“Yes,” Kenna answered.

“Thank the Great Mother.”

“Let’s get the hell out of the cave,” Talon suggested, his voice gritty. “Before something else goes wrong.”

Kenna nodded, and they all started back to the exit.

Renata looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry. The power came from the three chief adepts.”

“I know,” Kenna answered. “But how could they do it?”

“We could feel that they were up to something, but we didn’t know what it was. We tried to stop them, but we couldn’t do it.” She gulped. “They were prepared to die to accomplish their goal.”

Kenna started running to the mouth of the cave. As soon as she saw the men who had tried to kill her, she gasped. They were all lying on the ground, their faces contorted in pain, their bodies unmoving.

She dragged in a breath and let it out. “I guess that was Vandar’s final plan to get me, if all else failed.”

“Yeah, like the talisman,” Talon answered. He reached for her again and clasped her to him, and she swayed in his arms as the extent of Vandar’s hatred sank in.

Finally, she said, “We still have to get the rest of the slaves out of the cave.”

“But you don’t have to do it personally,” Griffin answered. “I’ll have my men go in there.”

Talon looked glad to hear the suggestion.

But Kenna felt her chest tighten. “The slaves will think they’re Vandar’s soldiers.”

“Not for long,” Talon muttered. Unable to leave it at that, he bent toward her and added, “Do you think you could stay out of danger for a little while? For me?”

Catching the deep emotion in his voice, she took a moment to steady herself. “Yes. For you.”

“Then let’s go home.”

“Home?” She gave him a long look. “You mean, to your world?”

His gaze stayed fixed on her. “I hope you want to go there with me.”

“Gods, yes.” She swallowed. “But I’d like my parents to know I’m okay.”

“We can send a messenger to Breezewood,” Griffin said. “Then, when the situation here has settled down, you can visit them in person.”

“I’d be very grateful. Thank you so much,” Kenna said. “My father is Becker. He has a boot and sandal shop very close to the city gate. You don’t mind sending someone?”

“Of course not. And when you come back, I suggest going through at the portal near Logan and Rinna’s house. If you travel to Sun Acres together, that will be safer. Then we can send you with a party to Breezewood.”

“Thank you,” Kenna replied, overwhelmed at the way these people were willing to help her.

As she looked around, she saw that everybody was finally starting to relax. And Talon looked eager to leave.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Very ready,” she answered. Finally, it was sinking in that she was free to do what she wanted.

The Marshalls spent a few more minutes discussing the cleanup operation with Griffin, who was obviously an excellent administrator.

Talon glanced toward the small cave that hid the portal. “Can we get back through?”

“Rinna, Olivia, and Antonia already took the seal off,” Griffin answered.

Kenna kicked up the blackened ground with one foot. “He could have sealed it from the other side, too,” she murmured. “Why did he let me back in?”

Talon’s jaw tightened. “Arrogance, I assume. He was sure he could deal with a mere mortal like you. He was wrong.”

“He could have dealt with me.” Kenna looked around at the people who had come through with her and the ones from her world who had joined them. “All of you made the difference. Thank you so much.”

“He was a threat to all of us,” Ross answered, then added, “Ramsay Gallagher went back to our world while you were in the cave.”

“This place disturbs him,” Kenna said. “He doesn’t like to think that he could have become like Vandar.” She looked at Talon, but he only gave her a small nod.

“Renata explained that he’s the same being,” Griffin said. “That he was also in your universe where he’d lived for centuries.”

“Yes. It’s a weird concept,” Kenna answered.

They made plans to get together in the next month. After the men shook hands and the women embraced, the Marshalls and their mates started back to the portal.

Once again, Kenna opened it, this time feeling a sense of wonder that she was leaving this place as a free woman.

AFTER stepping through, Talon took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m always glad to get back from a trip.” He laughed. “Never more than today.”

“Yeah,” Ross agreed.

They all started down the hill to the lodge, but they had only covered a small part of the distance when Talon heard sounds coming from the forest.

“Christ, now what?” he muttered.

They all tensed when two police officers stepped into view.

“Stop right there,” one of them called out.

“What’s going on?” Ross asked in a low voice.

“It’s the two cops who interviewed me about the money Mitch Sutton stole,” Talon said, also speaking so his voice wouldn’t carry. Kenna moved closer to him, and he knew a confrontation with the authorities was the last thing she wanted.

“Let me handle this,” he said.

“Okay,” Ross answered.

Both officers stepped up to them, giving them a hard look.

“Where have you been?” the one named Eckert asked.

Talon didn’t miss a beat. “I’ve been teaching some of my family wilderness camping techniques.”

The cop gave them all a long look, probably taking in their disheveled appearance. “Oh yeah, where’s your campsite?”

“We don’t have one. We’ve been foraging and sleeping where we could.”

“Did you see a guy around here acting suspicious?” Eckert asked. “He’s about five-eight. Dark hair. We didn’t get close enough to see his eye color. Dressed in a dark T-shirt and jeans.”

“No.”

“He was poking around the rocks up there in back of you. Then he disappeared. You’re sure you didn’t see him?”

“Absolutely. We just got here.”

“And what about a green streak of light in the sky a few nights ago. Do you know anything about that?”

“No. Maybe it was kids setting off firecrackers?” Talon gestured toward the people with him. “I worked this gang pretty hard, and we’d like to get home and shower.”

The cops looked at each other, then back at him. “You’ll be here if we need you?”

“Unless I’m out on a trip.”

Without waiting for permission, Talon stepped around them. The rest of the group followed.

Beside him, Kenna breathed out a deep sigh. “Don’t we have to . . . respect them?” she whispered when they were fifty yards away.

“In this world, they have to respect us.”

The group walked into the lodge, where they repaired to different bedroom suites to clean up.

A half hour later, when they were back in the living room, Ross said, “I have a contact who created an ID for Rinna. I can do the same for Kenna, if you want.”

“I’d appreciate it.” Talon had been wondering how they were going to handle that.

“I have a camera in my car. Let me take her picture.”

They took some shots. When Ross showed them to Kenna, she marveled at the likeness.

But it was clear everyone was anxious to leave. And Talon was anxious to have them out of the way. He had forged a relationship with his family, but it wasn’t something he could deal with on a daily basis.

After another round of handshaking and hugging, the others finally left.

Talon and Kenna stood on the porch, watching the last car pull away.

“Alone at last,” he said, pulling his mate into a close embrace.

She raised her face toward his. “I couldn’t have escaped from Vandar without you and your family.”

“And the world would be in danger if you hadn’t told us his plans.” He cleared his throat. “What happened to Gallagher?”

“I don’t know. I can’t sense him. And not because the life mates did anything to prevent it. I have the feeling he was injured worse than we realized, and he didn’t want us to know it.”

“Will he live?”

“I hope so. But I think he may be . . . damaged.”

“What do you mean?”

“That he may have lost some of his powers.” She looked up at Talon. “I know you didn’t like my bond with him, but it was only temporary. And it wasn’t . . . intimate in the way . . . we are.”

“I saw you with him, and I wanted you all to myself.”

“You have me.” She swallowed hard. “I know you thought I would never trust you.”

“I didn’t understand what was wrong. Now I realize what you were going through.”

“And you.”

He lowered his head to hers for a long, passionate kiss.

When he moved his lips back a few inches, they both dragged in several breaths.

Smiling, he trailed his hands down to her ass so that he could press his erection to her middle.

In answer, she swayed against him, and he gave her a wolfish grin. “You’re going to love playing down at the swimming hole in your birthday suit.”

“My . . .” She stopped and grinned. “Okay, I get that.”

“But not in broad daylight, of course.”

“Nobody can see us inside your circle of pines,” she murmured.

“That used to be my private space.”

She looked uncertain. “Do you mind . . .”

“Actually, I love sharing it with you. That and everything else I have.”

“The most important thing is sharing yourself,” she whispered.

“I’ve learned that. From you.”

Linking his hand with hers, he led her down the steps and toward the private circle, loving this woman. And knowing that the life they would build together would be richer than he could ever have imagined.

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SKIN GAME

BY AVA GRAY

Available November 2009 from Berkley Sensation!

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