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spoke. Why did it have that strange effect, like his voiceflowed right through her and she heard him with her entire body instead of with just her ears?
    “This!” she hissed. “I can’t keep talking to thin air.”
    “Of course you can. You are doing it quite well.”
    It was funny—this man, or whatever he was, spoke with the naivety of child and the authority of a king. He was kind of sweet but a total a-hole at the same time. It was a strange combination. If she was, in fact, losing her mind, she had to give herself a few brownie points for originality.
    She sighed.
    “Perhaps,” he said, “if I were to introduce myself, you might feel more at ease.”
    Oh, nice. Let’s make friends. “Why not?”
    “Excellent.” She felt the bed sink on one side. The indentation of where he sat was in the shape of an… ass ?
    “Are you really naked?” she asked.
    “Yes. Did I not say that already? Are your ears not functioning properly?”
    A-hole.
    “But I suppose it deserves an explanation,” he added.
    Sweet.
    “I will start by explaining that I am a god. An ancient god. And you will do well to heed my every word.”
    Huh?
    “Because I have come here with the sole purpose of saving your life.”
    Scary.
    “What? Why?” she asked.
    She heard the faint sound of whiskers being scratched. Of course, how can he shave if he’s invisible? she thought to herself sarcastically.
    “I cannot provide many details,” he said, “because I do not have them. However, twenty years from now, you will do something very important for humanity. You will stop the end of the world if you survive, which you will. Because I am here to save you.”
    Annnnd add crazy. Sweet, crazy, scary a-hole.
    She closed her eyes. This was simply all too much.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    “Trying to fall asleep so I can wake back up,” she explained.
    “Ashli. This is most serious. I assure you. Otherwise, why would I waste my time with you?”
    Pompous. Add pompous.
    “Oh, trust me. I’m taking this seriously,” she said.
    She felt his hot breath wash over her face. The bed sank to either side of her head. Was he leaning over her?
    “I do not joke, Ashli,” he censured her. His hot, sensual scent filled her nostrils. “You will cease your foolish behavior and listen carefully because there is nothing more important than saving you.”
    Simultaneous explosions of heated thunderbolts and ice-cold shivers exploded over her body. She didn’t know why, but she found herself needing to touch him, to make sure he was real. It was… as if… she needed it more than the blood in her veins. She felt her heart might actually collapse if she couldn’t have proof. Proof he was really, really there.
    Cautiously, she reached for him, her breath sticking in her throat. Her palms collided with hot flesh. A man’s flesh. She gasped as a jolt of unchaste neediness surged through her. She couldn’t pull back. Her hands molded to his face and began to explore. A sculpted jaw covered ina thick, short beard; sharp cheekbones; soft, thick brows. She heard his breathing stop. Was he holding it? Did he feel the same wanton elation? Ohmygod. It was amazing, like nothing she’d ever experienced in her entire life.
    Her hands slid just above his ears and found soft hair. She gingerly glided her fingertips down, down, down, following the silky strands until she reached their tips, lingering just above his shoulder. Skin. Oh, God . She wanted to touch every taut inch.
    “What are you?” she whispered.
    He pulled away, leaving her grasping nothing but air.
    She blinked and snapped out of her trance. Had it been an illusion? No. Please, no. She just might die if she discovered that pool of lifesaving water was a mirage.
    “Don’t go,” she begged. She never begged anyone for anything.
    “I am here.” His voice sounded irritated, shaken.
    “Please, tell me. What are you?”

    Máax stood with his back pressed to the wall and stared down at Ashli,