Dark Fire by Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 6

Rusti shook her head quickly, then regretted it when her head pounded and her eye throbbed. “I can take care of myself.”

“I do not think we will get into that right now. You are not up to a sparring match.” The slight teasing note in his voice surprised him even more than it did her. “Get into the tub, honey. I will be back with your clothes and a robe. You can eat when you get out.” He bent to light two more aromatic candles and let their flames flicker and dance on the water and walls.

Rusti undressed slowly, reluctantly. It hurt to move. She was numb inside, too worn out and shell-shocked even to worry about what Darius was or what he wanted from her. She knew he believed he had successfully erased her memory of what he had done to her the night before. Even now, with the horror of this night surrounding her, she still felt the burning heat of his mouth on her neck. She slipped into the steamy tub, gasping as the water lapped at her sore body.

Why did strange things always happen to her? She was careful, wasn’t she? She slid beneath the water, the stinging from her eye and mouth taking her breath away. When she came up, she lay against the sloped side of the tub and closed her eyes, resting. Her mind stayed mercifully blank. She couldn’t think about Harry or what she might have done to bring on his vicious attack. He had wanted to hurt her, and he had.

“Tempest, you are falling asleep.” Darius didn’t mention that she was moaning softly in distress.

She sat up quickly, arms covering her breasts, water sloshing out of the tub. One eye, a vivid green, stared up at him in alarm, the other swollen and purple. She had quite an interesting array of colors sweeping across her face and body, proof of her vulnerability, yet she still managed to look defiant. “Get out,” she demanded.

Darius smiled, a flash of white teeth. It reminded her of a predator’s silent challenge. He held up both hands, palms out. “I am only trying to help you not to drown. Dinner is ready. Here is a robe.”

“Whose is it?” she asked, suspicious.

“Mine.” It was the truth and yet not the truth. He had created it easily, instantly, from natural fibers, a trick learned over the centuries. “I will close my eyes if it makes you happy. Come out of there.” He held up a huge towel for her.

“You aren’t closing your eyes,” she accused him as she stepped into it. He was staring at a particularly nasty bruise on her rib cage. It embarrassed her that he could see the damage her attacker had inflicted; she didn’t stop to think why it didn’t embarrass her that he was seeing her naked.

Obediently he closed his eyes, but the vision of her- small, forlorn, hurt, and so alone-stayed with him. He felt her slender form enclosed in the towel beneath his hands before he allowed himself to look at her. She appeared more childlike than ever. And for the moment Darius treated her that way, drying her shivering body impersonally, pretending not to notice her soft, satiny skin, her curves, her tiny rib cage and narrow waist. He toweled the red-gold strands of hair, dark now with moisture.

“I can’t stop shaking,” Tempest said, her voice a mere thread of sound.

“Shock,” he said gruffly. He wanted to hold her in his arms, take away what had happened to her. “You are in shock. It will pass.” He quickly wrapped her in the warmth of the robe because he couldn’t stand seeing her skin so bruised and swollen. He hated the way her eyes avoided his, as if she had something wrong and was ashamed.

“Put your arms around my neck, Tempest,” he ordered softly, his voice a blend of huskiness and hypnotic power.

Rusti reluctantly complied, and he lifted her up, forcing her to look into his black, burning eyes. She almost groaned. She could get lost in his eyes. No one should have those eyes.

“I want you to hear me this time, Tempest. This was not your fault. You did nothing wrong. If you need to place blame on someone other than the man who attacked you, place it where it belongs: squarely on my shoulders. You would never have left if I had not frightened you.”