Dark Fire by Christine Feehan. Dark Series – book 6

“Everyone should stop following your orders, Darius,” she scolded, her green eyes peeping up at him through long lashes. “It’s the only possible way to save you. No one ever questions you.”

“Perhaps because they trust me to know what is right,” he said softly, gently.

She watched him inhale, dragging the night scents into his lungs, and knew instinctively that he was scanning the area, testing the campsite, ensuring to his satisfaction that it was safe. As they emerged through the thick stand of trees into the open, where the others waited, she felt the impact of several pairs of eyes or her. She stopped, her teeth sinking into her lower lip her heart somersaulting alarmingly. She hated being the center of attention.

Darius stepped in front of her, easily blocking her small body from sight. He bent close to her. “Go shower The others need to hunt this night before we leave. The cats can feed, then we will split up and meet at the next campsite. You will ride with me.”

She wanted to argue with that, but more, she wanted to be away from the others, away from their inquisitive stares. Wordlessly, she turned around and hurried to the motor home. It felt like a sanctuary, as if it was already her home.

She took her time in the shower, enjoying the hot water cascading over her skin. It was difficult to close her mind to thoughts of Darius, but it was the only safe thing to do. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stay long with him always around, but if she could hang in long enough to get across the country, maybe things would work out. And it was, after all, Desari who had hired her, putting her on a generous salary. Desari would give her the money the minute she asked for it; she could tell that Darius’s sister was like that.

When she had gathered enough courage to quit hiding in the bus and face the group, the campsite appeared empty. A slight noise revised her first impression. Warily she made her way to the small red car. The man peering into the open hood was the one who had been driving the night before.

At the time she had barely glanced at him. Now studying him, she realized he was, typical of the other band members, incredibly handsome. He had long dark hair, a mischievous look around his dark eyes, and his mouth had a sultry, moody kind of sexiness. She could easily see that this Troubador must be a hit with females of every age on the tour.

He looked up and grinned at her. “So, we meet at last, Tempest Trine. I am Barack. I was beginning to feel left out. Darius, Desari, Julian, and Syndil all speak highly of you. I figured they must have told you I was the group’s bad boy and that you were avoiding me as a result.”

Tempest found herself smiling. How could she not? Her natural wariness dictated that she keep her distance from him, but his ready grin was contagious. “No one warned me, but I can see they should have.”

He patted the car lovingly. “What did you do to make her purr like this?” There was genuine interest in his voice. “I turned on the engine, and she sounded so happy to see me.”

“Don’t you work on cars? You sure can drive them.”

Barack shook his head. “I keep thinking I’ll get around to studying it, but there are always so many things to get in the way.”

“That’s unusual,” Tempest said before she could censor her words. “Normally a serious driver and auto enthusiast like you is interested in what’s below the hood.” She wanted to kick herself for the inane remark. Like Darius, Barack probably slept during the day and used other “powers” at night. She made herself look casually away. “Where are the cats? I haven’t seen them in a while.”

“Feeding. We have to hit the road tonight, so Darius is allowing them to hunt, as is their right.” Barack ran his gaze appreciatively over the small redhead. She was different from other mortal females. He knew she was different, but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly how.