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The Bargain By Debbie Szabo

   Gazing into those deep brown eyes she loved so much. "I had no choice Robin. If I didn’t agree you all would have been killed. Guy even painted a pretty good picture of how he would do it." 
   He gripped the bars even harder. "Don’t do this. We will think of something, you can’t sacrifice yourself for us." 
   Lifting a slender hand she reached through the bars and cupped the side of his face. He leaned into her hand and closed his eyes briefly. When they opened again they glistened with unshed tears. Her heart broke at what she saw and her voice was shaking when next she spoke. 
"Oh Robin, I wish there was another way but there isn’t. Guy planned this one really well." 

   A tear began to fall down her face, then another. He went to wipe them but she moved back taking her hand from his face as she did. To let him touch her, knowing it would be the last, was too much. Collecting herself, so that all that needed to be said could be. 
Man of my Dreams By Debbie Szabo
Wheeling from the kiss Robin tried to gather his scattered thoughts. He felt the same tingling sensation as before. He needed to fight this, to block out the pleasure and focus on breaking free. Finding the strength deep within he grabbed hold of it using its power he managed to raise both his hands to her shoulders. With a forceful shove he pushed her away. Unprepared for his actions she fell backwards and landed hard on the ground. 

Snarling she rose to her feet her face a mask of fury. Robin for his part was breathing heavily from his efforts. They both stared at each other until a sinister laugh averted their attention. 
Looking over to the source of the laughter they saw Nevit. He had witness the exchange between the two and found it very entertaining. Striding over he placed himself next to Marion. Placing a possessive arm around her shoulders he addressed Robin. "I see she is going to require more practice. It’s bad form to let your victim slip away." Then giving the outlaw a unconcerned but quizzical look he said. "Speaking of slipping away-how did you manage to escape?" 
"I’m full of surprises." Robin replied, arrogance threading his tone. 
Nevit gave his shoulders a slight shrug. "It’s of little consequence, a matter that is easily rectified."
The Unicorn By Shelly Quinn
He waited, bracing himself, till the assassin of the underworld was almost on top of them. Then, as one unit, Tuck and the others

lifted Robin into the air. The outlaw somersaulted over their heads, and Gal's, and landed on his feet. Gal whirled around to face the mortal and in that instant, Robin stuck. As he felt the love and faith of his friends flowing into him, Robin combined it with his own strength, love and faith, and put the force of those emotions behind his hit. As if in slow motion, the palm of Robin's right hand slammed into Gal's chest, directly over the creature's heart. 
White light, and energy, crackled from robin's palm and burst into flame within Gal. He howled in agony then shook. A moment later he exploded into a flash of bright light which showered sparks in the air. Then he was gone. In that instant, Robin collapsed, his body going limp as if it had turned to liquid. It had been his lifeforce...his spirit and light...that had destroyed Gal, and there was little left to sustain him. Marion and the others ran over to Robin, falling to their knees beside him. "How is he?" Marion asked, as she watched Tuck examine Robin. "Not good," the Friar replied. Robin was barely breathing. "Look!" Little John shouted. He pointed towards the waterfall and gazed in wonderment as the Unicorn appeared. Marion was stunned. "Beautiful," she whispered. 
Sisters of the Night By Shelly Quinn
"Who are you?" Robin demanded, one hand lifting to curl around her slender wrist, with the intention of making her release him. But it was his wrist that was grabbed, and his arm twisted up behind his back so that his bare chest was pressed against hers. 

Jackquel was nearly Robin's height, lacking only an inch, but she was reed-slim and fragile looking. Still, she held him easily, then bent her head to claim his lips. 
"No.." Robin protested, trying to pull his head back. But Jackquel's free hand was still tangled in his hair and she held him still. Robin froze she was beautiful, and desirable, but he liked to be the one in control in this kind of situation. So Robin raised his free hand to push her away. Only when he pressed agaisnt her shoulder he discovered a rock would be more easily moved. Jackquel never even flinched. 
"What are you?" Robin challenged, for he could sense that she was not mortal. Her beauty was surreal and her lips, like her skin, was icy-cold. Add to that the strength of ten men and he was pretty sure that some kind of magic was afoot.
"Do not fear me, Robin," Jackquel beseeched him, even as her fingers left his hair and glided over his face. She gripped his chin in her hand, forcing him to lock eyes with her. Then she smiled as the fire in her gaze brightened and glowed. "Sleep sweetly, pretty one," Jackquel whispered.
Robin felt a heaviness suddenly invade his limbs and darkness wrapped it's arms around him. He shook his head, trying to fight it off, but it dragged him down. With a sigh, Robin collapsed. 

 
 
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