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Collapsing onto his side, Amaros tried to catch his breath as he pulled the sleeping bag over them both.The sensation of their minds being melded slowly faded until they were alone in their own heads again.Or so they believed.

That was incredible,Zoe thought.

I agree,Amaros said.

“Did you just talk to me inside my mind?”she asked in shock.

He looked just as surprised as she was.“I’ve only ever been able to use telepathy with my knights before,” he said.“I wonder what other talents I’m now sharing with you?”

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough,” she mused.“I have no idea what skills you have yet.”

He gave her a satisfied grin.“I’ve just demonstrated some of my best talents.”

“And they were very impressive,” Zoe replied, meaning every word.

Chapter Forty-Three

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GRACE WAITED FOR CAMRIELto hide behind the door of the doctor’s office before opening it.“Help!”she shouted at the truck that was slowly approaching.“I need some help!”she called out, waving her hands frantically.She’d tucked her pistol at the small of her back where it was out of sight.

The driver’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation.He said something to his friends, then stopped the truck in the middle of the road.The window slid down and he stuck his head out.“Are you alone?”he asked.

Even from a distance, Grace could tell these men were evil.Their eyes crawled all over her, already planning what they would do once they got their hands on her.

“My friend is injured,” she lied, gesturing behind her.“She needs a doctor, or someone with medical training.”

“We’ve had plenty of practice patching up wounds,” the driver said, trying to contain his smirk.“Let’s see what we can do for your friend.”

All four men exited the truck.Two split off and circled around to the back of the building.The other two headed for the front door.

“Hide in there,” Camriel whispered, pointing at a tiny storage closet.“I’ll take care of these goons.”

His normally cheerful face was chillingly hard.Grace was aware she’d just lured these humans to their deaths.Somehow, she couldn’t find any pity for them.They were no better than the group of men from the resort.This lot were worse, since they probably murdered their victims after they were done with them, rather than keeping them captive.

Grace ducked into the closet and pulled the door mostly shut.She left it open a crack to watch the action.Camriel had his back pressed against the wall, waiting to spring his trap.He waited for the driver and his companion to enter before he exploded into action.