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Jason opened his eyes and blinked up at the ceiling. For a second, he was only aware of an immense sensation of well-being. Then reality slammed down, and a bolt of panic flashed through him.
His power of illusion didn’t work while he was sleeping.
At once, he summoned the disguise he’d worn for the past week — dark hair and eyes, skin deeper-toned than his own. He looked over at Laurel, but she seemed to be fast asleep still, eyes shut, a smear of mascara on her cheek showing how they’d both passed out after their lovemaking sessions and hadn’t bothered to do anything to truly get ready for bed. Her hair straggled out of the clip she’d used to put it up for their dip in the spa, and he was pretty sure she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Thank God he’d woken up first. I
