And flung him out.
She jerked, and he tightened his hold, pressing her softer curves back into his much harder body.
With her mouth still muffled, she scorched him with her eyes instead. Her furious, pale champagne irises, startlingly vivid against her lush, golden-brown skin, caught him off guard.
Another psionic female? He wasn’t sure. Some humans possessed psychic abilities, so if she were a psi…
No, he wasn’t taking her. He would message Michael to check her out.
“Be grateful I keep your hide safe, little human,” he purred, just to tick her off.
A growl erupted against his palm, rivaling his dragon’s. He smirked. “So good you agree with me.”
Her eyes sparked, silver flecks brightening her striking irises. Oh, yeah, she would knee him in the balls given half the chance.
The rain slowed and stopped.
“Sir,” a bristling villager yelled, then started with the witch tales again.
He didn’t have time to deal with this interlude, amusing as it was. Patrol awaited.
“Too bad, I can’t do that.” He stopped them short, his smile feral. “See, this female here? She’s mine.”
With a strength that surprised him, she jerked free and slapped his chest. “What the bloody hell?”
He raised an eyebrow, lowered his voice, “Would you rather I hand you over? They will stake you to a pole and light the fire under you themselves. Is that what you want?”
“Listen, you big oaf!” Her eyes flashed like lightning. “If you hadn’t caught me, I would have left them in my dust. I didn’t need help!”
A prickling sensation skittered over his nape again, as the band of villagers carried on their ruckus.
His dragon stirred.Trouble.
Race scooped her up and sprinted into the forest, the villagers’ angry shouts fading behind them.
“Here’s your chance to escape, female,” he drawled, setting her down amidst the shadowy trees. “Go.” He spun her back toward the village so she wouldn’t see him vanish into thin air.
Take her,his dragon rumbled, startling him.
No.
Again, that sensation of being followed nailed him in the gut. More of them? Damn bastards just couldn’t leave him the hell alone.
Yeah, he’d have to kill them to get the message across. Lemuria wasn’t his fucking problem.
Chapter
Two
Ash stumbled,a little unsettled after the silver-haired barbarian spun her back toward the village. Furious, she wheeled around only to find herself alone in the forest.
Mine?
What an arse.
She stomped to the edge of the forest and stopped short. The angry mob of dripping villagers milled about, glaring into the shadows where she hid as if she personally owed them a monsoon refund.
Wretched gits.
