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Captain Thomas Carswell blinked and looked at me. He didn’t look happy about the interruption. “Nearby.”

“First,” said Gideon, “we need your gun, Miss Blake.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

They exchanged glances. “We cannot allow you to go forward with a gun in your hand, Miss Blake,” Carswell said.

“Every time someone wants to take my gun, it means either they don’t trust me or they’re planning to do something I don’t like.”

“Please,” Gideon said in his gravelly voice. “Surely you must understand our reluctance. You do have a certain reputation.”

“Anita?” Richard said, half-question, half-something else.

I clicked the safety on the gun and held it out to Gideon. I had two more guns and two knives left. They could have the Browning.

Gideon took the gun from me and stepped back to stand beside Carswell. “Thank you, Miss Blake.”

I nodded. “You’re welcome.”

“Shall we go?” Carswell said. He offered me his arm as if he were escorting me to dinner.

I stared at him, then back at Richard. I raised my eyebrows, trying to ask what he thought without asking.

He gave a half-shrug.

I slid my left arm through Carswell’s arm. “You’re being very civilized about this,” I said.

“There is no reason to lose all good manners just because things have become…somewhat extreme.”

I let him lead me towards the tent. Gideon fell into step with Richard. They were almost the same height, and the roil of energy that came off them made the hair on my neck stand up. They were trying each other’s power, tasting each other without doing anything at all but lowering their hard-won control. Jamil and Zane brought up the rear like good soldiers.

We were almost at the tent when Carswell stopped, hand tightening on my arm. I slid my right hand behind my back, under the coat, touching the machine gun.

“There is something heavy on your back, Miss Blake. Something that is not a purse.” His grip on my left arm grew tighter, not hurting, but I knew he wouldn’t let go, not without a fight.

I swung the machine gun around on its strap with my right hand and put the barrel into his chest, not shoving, just there, like his hand on my other arm.

“Everybody be calm,” I said.

The other men were suddenly very, very still. “We are going to give you your people, Miss Blake,” Gideon growled. “There is no need for this.”

“Thomas here asked what I had on my back. I’m showing him.”

“You do not know me well enough to call me by my Christian name, Miss Blake,” Carswell said.

I blinked at him. There was no fear in him. He was human—one pull on the trigger and he was gone—but there was no fear. I stared into his brown eyes and saw only…sadness. A tired sorrow as if he’d almost welcome it.

I shook my head. “Sorry, Captain Carswell.”

“We cannot possibly let you go inside the tent with this weapon.” His voice was very calm, matter of fact.

“Be reasonable, Anita,” Richard said. “If things were reversed, you’d want them without weapons.”

The trouble was I had to take off the coat to take off the machine gun. If I took off the coat, they’d see the knives. I didn’t want to lose the knives. Of course, I’d still have the Firestar.

I let the machine gun slide back out of sight. “I’ll have to remove my coat.”

Carswell released my arm cautiously and stepped back, still close enough to grab me. I stared at his careful clothing. The jacket was too tailored for a shoulder holster, the pants had no pockets, but he could have had something at the small of his back.

“I’ll remove my coat if you remove yours,” I said.

“I have no weapons, Miss Blake.”

“Remove your coat and I’ll believe you.”

He sighed and slid out of the red jacket, then turned in a full circle, arms spread to his sides. “As you see, no weapons.” To be really sure I’d need to pat him down, but I didn’t want him returning the favor, so I let it go.

I slipped out of the coat and watched his eyes widen at the wrist sheaths. “Miss Blake, I am impressed and disappointed.”

I let the coat fall to the floor and slipped the strap over my head. I hated giving up the machine gun, but…I did understand.