It was well appointed, furnished in things so old and yet so brand new, they might as well have been antiques she’d repaired herself. There were no windows in this room, only tapestries and book shelves and massive leather chairs adorned in throws so soft, she wanted to pick one up and carry it around with her. And then there were the guards. Four of them, two on either side of the closed door inside the room, and two in the hall in the same position. Seriously! Four men? Each was the size of a tank, and each had an aura about him that felt distinctly non-human. When she’d demanded that Thane bring her back to the “real” world with him, he’d run his strong hand through his thick black hair, his eyes had flashed like lightning, and then he’d finally taken a deep breath and nodded. “Fine,” he said. “But you still need protection. And I know just where you’ll get it.” With that, he had taken hold of her wrist in a grip that both thrilled her and made her distinctly nervous, and he’d waved his other hand to open another portal.
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