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Roxanne regained consciousness by degrees, a part of her unwilling to give up the embrace of oblivion. She recognized it—she’d been here before. Within the layered darkness she’d find him, the one who always waited there. He’d comforted her as an infant, wiped her tears as a child, and held her as a woman. He needed her, desired her . . . and frightened her all at the same time.
But now she was alone and that frightened her even more. Where had he gone? Why wasn’t he waiting? What would she find here without him? She began to search for him just as she felt the warmth on her cheek, a caress against her throat. Lips pressed to hers. At last. . . .
She opened her eyes with a soft gasp and found herself caught in the midnight depths of Santo Castillo’s gaze.