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breath he held escaped
his lips. The items in his hands fell to the counter and his legs
carried him back into the shower. His palms rested on the hair
covering her shoulders. Pulling back, he molded her body to the
front of his and drew in a deep breath, let it out, and then closed
his eyes. Fuck .
    Grazing her ear with his lips, “Don’t
cry.”
    His words released a torrent of gut
retching sobs and he held on, keeping her tightly wrapped in his
arms, the warm water cascading over them both. He offered comfort
but anger, apathy, longing, and just the unbelievable feeling that
this was a dream cascaded through his thoughts. Monroe knew.
Somehow, someway, he found Hooriya because of Zach.
    And she was Monroe’s
slave. Fuck, fuck .
    Zach didn’t know if he was physically
capable of killing Monroe but he would damn sure try. She was a
victim, vulnerable and emotionally scarred. How could she not
be?
    The up and down motion of her shoulders
slowed and then the tense muscles in her back relaxed against him.
His arms loosened and came up, turning her around. Her eyes were
red but the deep blue crystals sparkled just as they had the night
he met her.
    “ I’m sorry.”
    Those beautiful eyes
dropped.
    “ Why are you
sorry?”
    “ Master should have told
you.”
    “ Yes, Master should have,
but I’ll settle that with him. How did he find you?”
    “ He saved me.” Her head
stayed down.
    It was better this way; he sank into
those eyes, unable to think straight. “How did he save
you?”
    “ They sent some of us home
to family but others, like me, had nowhere to go.”
    “ What about your
family?”
    “ I had no family who would
take me, so I was placed with one of the other women. We were given
identities, counseling, and assistance but everything was new to
us. Ifrah was not half-caste and it was difficult for her. She went
away.” Her voice grew quieter until the last words were difficult
for him to hear. “She left me alone.”
    “ And?” Zach needed to know
how Monroe found her.
    “ I had never been alone.
Master found me. I went to sleep. When I woke I was at his
home.”
    Zach would kill him slowly, painfully.
He knew the bastard drugged her and Nathaniel Monroe needed to
die.
    Zach opened his eyes, not even
realizing they had closed with the pain of his thoughts. Her
worried gaze was glued to his, breaking his heart
further.
    “ I love him.” She said it
simply but with so much longing on her face. The love she felt was
there; pleading for understanding while she stared back at him, not
looking away this time. He couldn’t help but think of the look on
Monroe’s face when he told Zach he loved her. His need for violence
melted away.
    His thoughts returned to exactly what
she was to Monroe and his shifting emotions snapped back to anger.
“He cares for his slave. Is that what you want?”
    “ Yes. I will please my
master.”
    “ I don’t think you know what
you want. It’s been little more than two years since I found you.”
Zach realized he was taking responsibility for rescuing her because
thoughts of her were the last thing he saw in his mind each night
before falling asleep. In his dreams she was always his.
    “ Thank you for rescuing
me.”
    “ I was doing my job but
Nathaniel has no right to you.” Now that sounded possessive as hell
even to his ears.
    “ I owe my life to you
both.”
    Hell, she and Monroe deserved each
other, but Zach was not becoming part of this dynamic. He couldn’t.
Monroe could find someone else to stay with her if he really had to
leave. Zach’s hand went to the water nozzle. “We’re getting out and
I’m…talking to Monroe.”
    Her hand rose uncertainly to her
tangled mass of hair.
    “ Well, fuck,” he muttered.
It would be quite a task to separate and smooth the snarled
strands, and he found himself longing to help her do it.
    Her shoulders slumped with his words
and her eyes lowered.
    “ Let me get the
conditioner,” he said, more gruffly than he