Free Circle of Fire by Keri Arthur

relationship than he’d ever been prepared to give. But never had he been accused of violence toward a woman.
    There was no way for her to know this, of course. They were virtual strangers, brought together by unusual circumstances. But what had he done to make her fear him like that?
    He raised his hands and sat back down. After aminute, the tension seemed to leave her body, and a slight flush invaded her cheeks. It wasn’t him she was frightened of, he realized. Her reaction had been automatic.
    If he ever met the man who had done that to her, he thought, he would kill him.
    “You saw the arrow. You saw the damage it did. I was lucky, but you might not be.”
    She raised her chin slightly, as if denying the fear he could almost taste.
    “I can take care of myself,” she repeated softly.
    A flicker ran through her eyes—an emotion too fast for him to identify. He frowned. With her clenched hands almost lost in the sleeves of her oversized sweater, she looked absurdly young. Yet her reactions—and her fear—told him she was no stranger to pain and death. He had no doubt that she could take care of herself under normal circumstances. But this situation was far from normal.
    “You’re a fool if you believe that,” he said harshly, wincing inside even as he did so. “And I won’t be held responsible for your safety.”
    She’d no doubt saved his life, but while he had no wish to hurt her, if she wouldn’t listen to reason, he had little choice. His job, and his life, made him a dangerous person to be around. Hell, wasn’t that one of the major reasons he’d cut himself off from his family?
    “Just keep out of my way,” he added. “The last thing I need right now is an amateur detective screwing up the clues.”
    “I’ll get in your way if I feel it’s damn well necessary,” she snapped back, then blushed again and took a deep breath.
    Someone knocked at the door and she glanced at her watch. “That’s probably the late breakfast I ordered. Your clothes are dry and hidden under the towels in the bathroom. Why don’t you take a much-needed shower and meet me in the living room?”
    So, not only would he not be obeyed, but he also stank. He suppressed a grin, liking the sudden hint of fire. She studied him a moment longer, her gaze narrowing, then she spun and walked away, her flame-red hair and white fluff sweater flouncing along with every movement. He shook his head and headed for the shower. It wasn’t going to be easy to get rid of her, especially if she kept making him smile.
    M ADDIE KICKED THE DOOR SHUT AND CARRIED THE LARGE tray over to the table. The smell of bacon and eggs turned her stomach slightly, but she’d figured Jon was more a traditional type when it came to breakfast. Just in case she was wrong, she’d ordered cereal, as well as a yogurt for herself.
    Grabbing the yogurt and a spoon, she dragged out the nearest chair and sat down. How could she tell Jon about her visions of Evan and his captor without having him think her strange? Though
that
was something she should be well used to. So many times in the past she’d been called weird, or worse, when the trancelike state of the dreams hit her.
    Her dad had even hauled her through a series of psychiatrists’ offices in the vague hope they’d cure her “illness.”
    She grimaced. Fat lot of good it had done him or her.
    She scooped up some yogurt and stared at the small fire she’d lit in the hearth earlier. It was hard to judge how Jon would react, because it was hard to put him in one particular type of box. In the brief time she’d known him he’d been caring and gentle and funny, and yet he had switched so easily to being an ungrateful bastard.
    Would he think her a freak, as Brian had?
Probably
. It was a thought that scared her more than it should have.
    And yet, he’d somehow appeared in her home, asking for help and warning her about Evan. If he could do that, then surely he would understand when she explained about the