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Rinna’s house, she marveledonce again at the way their home sat isolated in the woods. It was the perfect place for a werewolf, yet it would be so vulnerable in the badlands outside Sun Acres.
    Rinna lived here now. She had come through a portal the year before. Quinn had found her six weeks ago—much the same way she’d found the ghost—by sensing her presence.
    Although Rinna had been shocked to see someone from her own world, she’d been quick to offer her hospitality, once Quinn had made it clear she wasn’t there to try and drag Rinna back. But Quinn couldn’t help feeling like she was imposing, maybe because she wasn’t used to much kindness in her life.
    As she approached the house, she went still. She could see Logan and Rinna through the window, standing close, their arms around each other. They looked like they might be heading for their bedroom. A flare of heat shimmered through Quinn’s body as she watched them. She had been aroused in the forest. Now, seeing this couple so obviously in love brought her own arousal back.
    She clenched her fists, feeling like a voyeur. Again.
    It was like being around Griffin and Zarah. They were so much in love that they didn’t always think of how other peoplewould react to their displays of intimacy.
    Living with them made Quinn all too conscious that she had no one. Was that why she’d responded with such heated passion to a ghost? Because she wanted a man of her own?
    But he was not a man, she reminded herself. And there was no future with him.
    As though Rinna knew she were being watched, she raised her head and peered into the darkness. Then she pattedher hair with her hand and stepped away from the window.A moment later, the front door opened.
    “Is someone there?” Rinna called.
    Quinn scuffed her foot against the ground. Glad of the dark, she said, “I’m sorry. I think I came at a bad time.”
    Logan joined his wife, his voice hearty. “Quinn! We were wondering when you’d be back. Is Zarah with you?”
    “Not yet.”
    “Come in.”
    She took a breath and let it out before stepping inside.
    “How are you? How are Zarah and Griffin?” Rinna asked.
    “They’re fine. But he wants to send her soon. I’m here to make sure everything’s okay.”
    “We have a room all ready for her. Do you have the photograph?”
    “Yes.” Quinn unzipped the fanny pack and removed the small camera that Logan had given her. She’d followed his instructions and taken several digital photos of Zarah. She and Griffin had been amazed at the likeness. They’d seen old photographs, but never of anyone they knew.
    Logan ran through the images Quinn had taken. “We can get started on a driver’s license for her. We’ve already got a birth certificate that says she was born in a little town in Pennsylvania, where the records were wiped out in a fire twenty years ago.”
    “That’s good.”
    "Sit down and relax. Did you have any problem?” Rinna asked.
    She hesitated. She wanted to ask about Caleb Marshall, yet she was afraid that she’d get an angry reaction from Logan.Certainly, a relative of his had killed Caleb. But who? His great-uncle? His second cousin? His grandfather?
    Rinna picked up on the hesitation. “What happened?” she demanded.
    “A . . . landslide.”
    Rinna winced. “I’m glad you weren’t hurt.”
    “No. It didn’t happen on the way. The rocks and mud must have slid down a hill a few days ago. Or a week. I couldn’t tell. But it blocked the trail, and I had to go another way.”
    “Lucky you didn’t get lost.”
    “I have a good sense of direction.”
    Rinna nodded. “Let’s go into the family room. I’ve been collecting tapes and DVDs that will give you a better understandingof our world.”
    Our world . She said it so casually, like she had completelytransferred her life to this place. Rinna had been born a slave. And Quinn had become one when her city was conqueredby its neighbors. She and Rinna were both free now. But their lives