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witchcraft or worse. His silence did nothing to dispel her worry.
He took her hand as the elevator door opened. Startled, she nearly pulled away. Where was he leading her? A shiver began at her trapped fingers and traveled through her entire bodystrangely not entirely of nervousness but from exhilaration at the physical contact.
As they reached the Bronco, he pushed the button to make it beep. "It's time to go home," he said.
Relieved, she felt her insides fall as limp as a lopsided rag doll she had once sewn as a child. Whatever he thought, he was not taking her to the authoritiesor abandoning her.
But inside the car, he turned to her. "I'll expect answers later, Abby. I want to know exactly what's going on. And if you're part of some conspiracy . . . well, heaven help you."
She tried to swallow the lump that suddenly rose in her throat. What was he talking about? And with the way his eyes glared so icily, how could she dare to answer anything?
As he drove, she kept her head averted from him, her hand pressed lightly against the cool window of the Bronco as she watched out the window. They passed more stores, tall structures, and even mansions. Were all people in this time wealthy? Beyond the buildings were only a few small, grassy parks. L.A. was a very populous place.
Mike's eyes no longer met hers, but she felt them traveling assessingly over her. A sudden

 
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