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happening? How can you speak to me without opening your mouth, yet I can clearly hear you?
It works vice versa, remember? he reminded her. Earlier, I heard what you were
thinking, too.
Yeah. Fear curled in her stomach. What's happening to us?
He opened his arms and she went without protest into the comforting shelter of his
embrace. I don't know, baby, but whatever it is, we'll figure it out. Trust me?
Hope gazed up into his intent expression. He seemed so sincere and as confused as she,
but unwilling to let it come between them.
Them? When had they become a them? They didn't even know one another.
How can this be? she asked suddenly.
Sebastian gazed down into her face and she heard his thoughts as clearly as if they were
her own.
I've always known you, Hope. Because you're mine and I'll never let you go.
Hope opened her mouth to respond to his possessiveness just as the sound of a motor
could be heard roaring down the driveway.
Sebastian hurried to the window, pulled back the blinds, and cursed. Get dressed, he
said tightly. We have to leave. Now.
Hope stumbled to find her top and pull it over her head while Sebastian grabbed his cell
phone, jackets for them, then turned to grasp her hand to pull her out the back door.
Where are we going? she managed to ask just as they left the house behind.
Anywhere but here.
He pulled her into a shed where a rebuilt motorcycle was propped against the side of the
garage. The motorcycle looked like it had seen better days, but he slung his leg over the seat,
inserted a key, then revved it.
Come on!
Hope settled behind him, clutching his waist tightly with both arms. Fear gripped her
vitals. What was she doing? Was she crazy? This guy was famous, but she really didn't know
him.
Hang on, he called, then zoomed out of the shed into the night air.
They headed down a trail that edged the beach, swerving and turning, barely missing the
unevenness of the ground. Were they being followed by paparazzi?
As they left the trail and neared another iron gate, Sebastian slowed.
She could hear him cursing as he halted.
Can you get through the gate? she called into his ear.
Nodding, he drove the motorcycle to the gate and reached up into a hidden alcove, then
pushed the button. The gate slowly squeaked open, but not before the sound of a motor echoed
behind them. The lights of another vehicle curved up the drive ahead, turning into the road
leading to the gate.
They were blocked in.
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Sebastian mentally called himself every foul name in the book. How could he be so
stupid as to bring her to the Malibu compound? He knew the Clan would find them there. It
would be the first place they'd look. It'd be the first place he'd look. He'd been too damn horny
and it could get them both killed.
He glanced back at his passenger. She looked scared shitless, if that was possible, and
she had no fucking idea exactly how much danger she was actually in.
He had no business getting her mixed up with his people. How could he expose her to
them, much less endanger his Clan s secrets? The danger of being exposed to the humans was
always there, and one his people had dealt with over the years with harsh consequences for the
humans who inadvertently found out the Clan s secrets. The Clan took secrecy very seriously.
Punishment for exposing the Clan to the humans was death--plain and simple.
Not ready to die yet, he muttered beneath his breath, gunned the motor, then turned left
heading away from the lights and into woods that led to the beach.
Hope clung to him in fear. He really didn't know what she was afraid of because there
was no way she could possibly know exactly what was following them. She probably sensed it
from him, he realized. The very last thing he wanted was to scare her, but he couldn't allow
them to be caught. He shivered at the thought of what the Clan would do to her if they found
them.
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The Pacific Coast Highway wasn't exactly the safest place to be at night on the back of a
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