Moonlight and the glow of the neon sign outside fell inside the cheap hotel room. Seth’s low snoring came from where he lay on a sleeping bag on the floor. God only knew where Cal had disappeared to. Dane lay in the twin bed beside the one Thea was bound in once more. The witch hadn’t fought him when he’d demanded she be tied up so they could attempt sleep. She’d willing lain there, lifting her arms over her head.

His stare had met hers as he’d tied her hands, and desire had flooded his exhausted body. Dane had forced the need aside, telling himself it was her power, nothing real. But he had his doubts now, after what Cal had told him.

An innocent, my ass.

She still wore his t-shirt. His favorite t-shirt, no less. She looked damned good in it, too. He rolled on his side and watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept.

Need filled him as his gaze took in her beauty. I wonder if she looked that good in Oz?

A noise came too close. Dane was up in an instant, gun in hand. He nudged Seth with his foot, waking up his partner. It didn’t take but a few seconds for Seth to be up and ready, Demon Blade in hand.

The door burst open, and the two Dane had encountered at the strip club stepped inside. Thea gave a shout and pulled against the ropes, awakened by their entry.

Tin Man glanced at them, narrowing his gaze. His one robotic eye didn’t actually narrow so much as spin. “Give us the witch and we won’t harm you.”

Seth moved between the men and Thea, and reached down to cut her rope ties. As soon as she was free, she moved to the headboard, making herself as small as possible. “We’re not giving you anything.”

Dane glanced at Seth, unsure of the path they were on. Just hours before, he’d said Thea was dangerous. That she didn’t deserve a redemption.

So why did the instinct to protect her feel so strong within?

Dane stared down the massive cyborg. “You gotta go through us to get her.”