Fear the Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #9)(37)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

She swallowed a sigh of frustration. What was wrong with the man?

“Well, it was nothing more than a burden to me,” she said, adamantly refusing to shiver at the exquisite sensation of his thumb tracing the curve of her lip. “Now it’s gone I can move on to . . .”

Something that might have been amusement glinted in his eyes. “To what?”

“To someone else.”

That should have been it. What man could stand to be told his female was leaving his bed and going to another? Instead, that annoying amusement only deepened.

“And you thought you would find this mysterious someone else in my lair?” he drawled. “That doesn’t really make any sense, does it, pet?”

“Of course not,” she snapped. “I needed somewhere to stay until I can find a lair of my own.”

His gaze lowered to where his thumb continued to stroke over her mouth. “Surely, your next lover will provide you with a lair? Or at least a bed.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is if you intend to use my private lair for your orgies.” A wicked smile curved his lips. “I should at least be allowed to participate.”

She shivered, a deep yearning threatening to undermine her noble intentions. “Stop that,” she hissed, batting away his tormenting hand and reminding herself the cost of failure.

His amusement vanished as he slammed his hands against the wall on each side of her shoulders, caging her with his body. “Tell me why you’re here.”

She turned her head, frightened by the grim resolve etched on his beautiful face. “Because I wanted to get away from you and I thought this would be the last place that you would look for me.”

“It has nothing to do with your vision?”

“No, now go away.”

“Never.”

“Then I’ll leave.” She grabbed his arm, frantically trying to push it aside. “Dammit, let me go.”

There was a tense silence and she could feel Caine’s gaze searing over her rigid profile. Then, without warning, he dropped his arm and stepped back.

“Fine. You’re free to go.” He said nothing as she stood there, trembling from head to foot. Finally, he reached to brush a gentle hand down her cheek. “You can’t, can you?”

She dropped her head, her hands covering her face as her eyes filled with tears. “Please, Caine.”

She felt him wrap his arms around her shivering body, pulling her against him and pressing his lips to her temple.

“What?” he pleaded. “Talk to me, Cassie. I need to know what’s going on.”

“I can’t.”

“Was it the vision?”

She resisted for another long moment, before conceding defeat. There was no way she was getting rid of the stubborn Were. At least not unless she could prove to him it was too dangerous for him to stay.

Something that was as likely as her sprouting wings and flying.

She heaved a resigned sigh, resting her head against the welcome strength of his chest. “Yes.”

His hands glided up and down her stiff back in a comforting motion. “Can you tell me?”

“It’s you.”

“Me?” He stiffened, obviously shocked by her confession. “Do I do something wrong?”

“No, you’re captured.” She shuddered, the memory of her vision painfully vivid. “We both were.”

“Captured by whom?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where were we being held?”

“I don’t know.” She gave another shudder. “We were surrounded by a white fog.”

There was a long pause.

“So you took off because a vision revealed I’m going to be captured?” he asked softly.

“Yes.”

She heard his low growl a mere heartbeat before he was roughly pulling away, his jaw clenched and his eyes glowing with the power of his wolf. “God dammit, Cassie,” he barked. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Caught off guard by his unexpected attack, she blinked in confusion. “I was trying to protect you.”

“No.” He pointed a finger toward her, the veins on his neck visible as he struggled to contain his outrage. “That’s not allowed.”

“Not allowed?”

“It’s not your job.”

She scowled. “But it’s fine for you to protect me?”

“Yes.”

His blunt response left her tongue-tied. How did you argue with someone who didn’t bother to be reasonable? “How is that even logical?” she finally managed to inquire.

“You’re the prophet.” His tone was hard, unapologetic. “And whether you like it or not, you’re number one on the most wanted list right now.”

“I don’t like it.”

He ignored her childish outburst. “And for whatever twisted reason, fate has chosen me as your protector. That’s just how it is.”

She stepped forward, desperate to make him understand the danger he was in. “I couldn’t bear it, Caine.” She framed his face in her hands, her voice thick with fear. “You were . . .”

He swooped down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss that stole her words.

“Hush,” he commanded softly, pulling back to regard her with a somber expression. “I don’t care if I was dead, you will never again try to leave me.”

She shook her head, her fingers tightening on his face. “I won’t let you be hurt.”

“Think, Cassie. You said yourself it’s too dangerous to try and alter fate.” He peered deep into her wide eyes, his hands lightly encircling her wrists and his thumbs rubbing over her unsteady pulse. “What if your misguided attempt to keep me safe has tilted the balance of power to the Dark Lord?”

“I don’t care.”

He went still at her harsh words. “You would sacrifice the world for me?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Cassie.” With a groan, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. “Gods, you never fail to astonish me.”

She made a sound of exasperation. She didn’t want to astonish him. She wanted to make him flee in fear.

“Please, please go, Caine.”

His jaw jutted. “No way in hell.”

“Which is quite likely where we’re going,” she snapped.

“I always knew it was inevitable.”

She hissed at his flippant retort. “This isn’t funny.”