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.Calling on the wind, calling on the elements to bind their wills together.The wind moaned softly, carrying the sound of a melodious song, so faint he couldn't catch the words but he knew the voices were female.Dark threads spun into thick clouds overhead and the wind rushed at the house, rattling the windows and shaking the doors.The sky darkened ominously, fat drops of rain splattered the roof and yard.Damon tasted salt in the air.The rain seemed to come from the ocean itself, as if the wind, in answer to some power, had driven the salt water from the sea and spread it over the land.The wind pulled back, reminiscent of a wave, then rushed again, this time with a roar of rage, aiming at the entry.Under the assault, the door burst inward, allowing the chilling wind into the house.Sarah rolled in behind it, as papers and magazines flew in all directions, providing a small distraction.She was already up on one knee in a smooth motion, tracking with her gun."I don't want to have to shoot you, but I will," she said.The words carried clearly to Damon although her voice was very low."Put the gun down and kick it away from you." Damon hurried up the porch steps.He could see that Sarah's hand was rock steady."Donna, don't try to move, an ambulance is on the way." Her gaze hadn't shifted from the man standing over Donna's body.Damon could see the lump on Donna's head, the blood spilling onto the thick carpet.His fingers tightened around his cane until his knuckles turned white.He transferred his hold to a two-handed grip.Fury shook him at the sight of the woman on the floor and the man he recognized standing over her."Damon." Sarah's voice was gentle but commanding."Don't."He hadn't realized he had taken an aggressive step forward.Sarah hadn't turned her head, hadn't taken her alert gaze from Donna's attacker, but she somehow knew his intention.He forced himself back under control."Why would you attack a helpless woman?" Damon asked.He was shaking with anger, with the need to retaliate."Don't engage with him," Sarah counseled."I hear a siren.Will you please see if it's the sheriff?"Damon turned and nearly ran over Inez.He caught her as she tried to rush to Donna's side."You can't get between Sarah and the man who attacked Donna," he said.Inez felt light and fragile in his hands.She never seemed old, yet now he could see age lined her face.She looked so anxious he was afraid for her.Very gently he drew her away from the entrance, pulling her to one side.The wind whipped through the room, sent loose papers once more into the air.Inez shivered and reached to close the door on the chilling sea breeze."No!" Sarah's voice was sharp this time, unlike her.It was enough to stimulate Damon into action.He held the door open to the elements.It was only then that he felt the subtle flow of power entering with the wind.Faintly he could hear, or imagined that he heard, the chanting carried from the direction of the ocean.or the cliff house.He studied Donna's assailant, one of the men who had tortured him.The man who had pressed a gun to Dan's head and pulled the trigger.Why was he simply standing there motionless? Was it really the threat of Sarah's gun?Damon had no doubt that she would shoot, but would that be enough to intimidate a man like this one? He doubted it.There was something else in the room, something holding the killer.A sense of lightness stole into his heart, carried with it a sense of peace.Sarah was a woman of silk and steel.She was magnificent."Jonas is coming," Inez whispered to Damon."Sarah's going to have a problem.She'll be weak and sick after this.She won't want anyone to see her like that."Damon could see the acceptance of his relationship with Sarah in Inez's expression.It made him feel as if he truly belonged.Inez's approval meant more to him than it should have, made him feel a part of the close-knit community instead of the outsider he always seemed to be wherever he went.He nodded his head, pretending to understand, determined to be there for Sarah the way she seemed to be for everyone else.Jonas Harrington came through the door first, his eyes hard and unflinching.He had Donna's assailant in handcuffs immediately.Sarah sank back on her haunches, her head bowed.She wiped sweat from her brow with the back of a trembling hand
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