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"You—"

"I can hardly stand to be this close to you without touching you," he said, and for a moment she saw
such pain and longing in his gaze, she had to glance away. "Having you sleeping just a few feet away is
going to drive me mad. But I won't take you again by force, Jeannie—except as a deterrent. Because,"
he added sadly, "as much as I long for your touch, I know you can't stand to be near me, that you
despise me. So lovemaking relieves my hunger while punishing you." He turned away. "I wish it could be
different between us," he said without turning around. "I'd give anything for things to be different."

"You know whatI'd give anything for?" she asked sweetly, groping behind her for something to throw at
him, and finding nothing more deadly than a pillow.

He laughed shortly, and left the room. The pillow smacked into the door and fell to the floor with a fat
thump.




Chapter Six



Since Wyndham, the sadistic cretin, was panting at the thought of her escape, and since he'd alerted the
household she was an unwilling guest, Jeannie decided to stay put for a while, provided her situation
didn't change (read: Wyndham didn't decide she was in heat again, or Moira didn't spike her milk with
broken glass).

So she took lunch with Wyndham and his staff, who were obviously more friends than employees, in a
dining room that had more windows than a solarium. Sunlight splashed across the table and gleamed from
the blonde wood floors. She sat in the finest dining room she'd ever seen and commented on how
delicious everything tasted. They had all been watching her expectantly, and seemed disappointed when
she didn't throw things or leap across the table through the French doors that led to the beach.

"How long have you known you were expecting our leader's child?" Derik asked, sliding the bread
basket toward her.

She helped herself to another piece of the sun-dried tomato and basil loaf and looked at her watch.
"About six hours and fourteen minutes."

Wyndham looked up from his soup. "You did one of those home tests? You haven't seen a doctor?"

"I had an appointment for this afternoon. Which I missed. Guess why, King Psycho."

He remained unruffled, though she saw a few of the staff hiding smiles. "Well, then, you need a doctor.
Moira, see to it." He glanced at Jeannie with a frown, then added, "A female physician, if you please."

"Yes, sir."

"Like there areso many werewolf doctors to choose from?" Jeannie interrupted sarcastically. "What, is