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  He moved suddenly, sitting up faster than she thought an injured man could. A snarl came from his parted lips. He threw back his head, his long hair no longer covering his face.

  The sight of him shocked her enough that she collapsed onto her ass. He used his uninjured hand to grab her wrist, keeping her from scrambling away from him. She wanted to.

  His bone structure was very rugged, with pronounced cheekbones. His nose was wider but flatter than any she’d ever seen. His full lips were parted and revealed the fact that he had vampire teeth. Those two fangs were long and sharp-looking. He looked almost human but she wasn’t fooled.

  What the hell is he? Her brain reeled at the possibilities. Is he some kind of human freak of nature? Maybe he is a druggie after all, into serious vampire fetishes. Some crazy people mutilate their bodies with fake teeth and facial implants. A good plastic surgeon could make his nose a different shape and amplify those cheekbones. Or he could be a werewolf. Do they exist? Her gaze lowered to his chest. He just had a little bit of hair there. Wouldn’t werewolves be hairier? Stop it! They don’t exist. Do they?

  Lynn tried to jerk away from him but he had an iron grip on her wrist. It didn’t hurt but she couldn’t break free. “Please let me go.” She was glad she’d found her voice.

  He growled and shook his head.

  Her heart pounded inside her chest, her terror rising. He wasn’t DEA. He was something else, something dangerous. He stood slowly, swaying a little on his feet. The grip on her arm didn’t ease. He tugged, trying to get her to stand too. Her legs refused to work as she realized he had to be about six-three. He had to bend toward her to keep hold of her wrist from his height and his hair fell forward, the damp, silky strands brushing against her arm.

  He pulled harder and it forced her to move. She rose on shaky legs, unable to do anything else. Shock helped, her body seeming to go into autopilot. He backed up, forcing her to follow him toward the thick line of trees.

  “Let me go. Please. Don’t hurt me.”

  He shook his head.

  She wasn’t sure if that meant he wouldn’t let her go or that he wouldn’t hurt her. Either way, he backed up, forcing her to follow him.

  “Let me at least grab my pants and shoes,” she pleaded. The jacket fell lower than her panties but not by much. Most of her legs were exposed.

  He shook his head again.

  This isn’t good.

  Chapter Two

  The scary man led Lynn about twenty feet into the tree line. The small clearing revealed his discarded clothing and a bag similar to a backpack. He stumbled a few times but never broke his hold on her wrist. He bent, delving his free hand into the open black bag.

  “Please let me go. I’ll get you help. You need stitches and medical care.” She tried to keep calm but it was tough to do. He wasn’t talking, only making soft groans and growling noises. He had to be in a lot of pain.

  He lifted a short black rope from the bag. It was only about twenty inches long. He turned to face her and she stared up into his unusually bright eyes. He had almost a foot of height on her, but he was weak. She could attack him, though he’d already killed four vicious guard dogs. Now she knew how he’d done it. He had a lethal mouth.

  He glanced down and she followed his gaze. The rope he held touched her wrist and she gasped when the thing seemed to move on its own, reminding her of a snake. It wrapped around her skin, tightening just below where he gripped her with his fingers. She was too stunned to do anything but watch as he used the other end of it to tap against his own wrist. It wrapped around his skin too, linking them together as if they were handcuffed. He let go of her wrist.

  “What is that?”

  He swayed on his feet and bent again, reaching into the bag a second time. He pulled out a palm-sized box and a light emanated from it. He growled in a long, broken pattern. She tried to identify what he held but it wasn’t anything she’d ever seen before. It kind of reminded her of a cell phone but it didn’t have a lighted screen. It just had lights coming from the side seams of the slim device.

  He swayed again and she looked up at his face. His golden skin tone had paled considerably.

  His eyes rolled upward and he collapsed.

  Lynn cried out when he pitched sideways. The rope-like thing connecting them didn’t break. She was jerked forward, landed on top of his side, and lay sprawled there. She stared at his face. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be out cold.

  She twisted, rolling off his big body and crouching next to him, studying the link between their wrists.

  It felt like some kind of weird, lightweight metal. There wasn’t a keyhole anywhere to be found and it wasn’t moving anymore. She tried to tear it off but it wouldn’t release her wrist. She gave up and focused on the downed man. His chest rose and fell, assuring her he lived.

  “What are you and who are you?”

  He fascinated her. Lynn reached up to cup his face with both hands but his heavy arm kept one of hers down. She pushed against him until he lay flat and lifted his arm until it rested over his chest. It freed her to gently cup his face so she could study him carefully. He was attractive in an odd way. Her focus fixed on his mouth. He had plush, full lips that were slightly parted, those two long fangs denting his bottom lip. It didn’t take much to tilt his head just enough to get his jaw to open more.

  The rest of his teeth looked almost normal. They were white and straight. She ran the pad of her fingertip across his tongue. It was pink like a normal person’s except a bit wider and more pointed at the tip. The texture wasn’t as soft as it should have been—a bit raspy, but not sandpaper quality. She pulled her finger away from his mouth and lowered her gaze.

  He really was in great shape. And huge. His shoulders were broad, his biceps thickly muscled and well defined. She looked lower, having to admire his stomach. Even though he was unconscious, she could distinguish every ridge of muscle that waved down to the waist of his strange leather underwear. He had to weight about two hundred fifty pounds and she couldn’t spot a single hint of flab.

  She lifted up to stare at his unique choice of leather Speedos but quickly noticed the bright red that had seeped through the bandage she’d put over his inner thigh. It was bleeding again. She moved down his body, dragging his arm so she could tend to the wound. It was a struggle to untie her bra to get a look at it.

  He needed stitches and a doctor. It was obvious the dog had bitten down, just tearing the flesh instead of removing it. She twisted, stretching her hand out to snag his backpack. He thought he might have a first-aid kit but all she located were some items of clothing. She grabbed what appeared to be a folded gray shirt and used it to press against the wound, putting her upper-body weight into it. He’d die if she didn’t get the bleeding to stop.

  “Hello? Please wake up!” She stared at his face but he didn’t flinch, move, or react in any way. “You’ve got to get this thing off my wrist. I need to get you help. Wake up!”

  He didn’t stir. She lifted her chin to stare at the darkening sky through the tree branches above them. The sun would go down and they’d be in a world of shit. She wouldn’t be able to find the cabin without some light. Mr. Avery’s land wasn’t exactly a place she’d visited often. He had to own a few hundred acres. Animals would be drawn to the river and to the scent of blood.

  A list of predators streamed through her mind. There were coyotes, snakes, feral hogs, some bobcats, the occasional mountain lion, and she’d had to trap some vicious raccoons and opossums in her time. They didn’t usually attack humans but even the normally timid creatures might come after him, especially if they were hungry, injured, or diseased. The man in front of her would seem like an easy meal, too tempting to resist. Her weapons were too far away to drag him back to the river’s edge.

  Even if the wildlife wasn’t an issue, he needed medical attention. Infection seemed to have already taken hold in him. His skin felt feverishly hot, and he’d lost blood on top of it. She struggled with the rope-lik