a flush of heat in its wake. “You don’t have to rush,” he said huskily. “You can sleep a little more.”
“What time is it?”
“Only eight.”
Her eyes went wide. “Then there’s no time for sleep.”
“Sure there is,” he murmured, and her embarrassment quickly morphed into irritation. She knew damn well he would have liked nothing better than to keep her from reaching Berlin.
Scooting her way to the other side of the bed, she said, “I’m leaving this hotel room in twenty minutes, McConnell. You can either come with me or stay here. The choice is up to you.”
He straightened to his full height as his smile slipped away, leaving his expression guarded. “Are you sure you’ll be okay in the sunlight?”
Though the Deschanel could be badly burned by the sun, they could go out into the light of day without suffering any serious injuries, so long as they’d recently taken blood from a species who wasn’t sensitive to sunshine.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, climbing off the bed. “I had enough of your blood last night to do the trick.”
He gave a curt nod and started to head toward his bag, which was still sitting on the dresser, but stopped and turned back to her when she said his name.
“What do you want to do?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I don’t mean what do youthink you should do, because of that misguided notion you have of protecting me. What do you want to do?”
For a moment, he only stood there, giving her another one of those dark, predatory stares. Then he quietly said, “Questions like that put me in a hell of a situation, Raine, since I don’t want to lie to you. But on the other hand, I don’t think you’re ready for the truth.” His eyes got darker. “So for now, I guess I’ll be helping you kill a Casus.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Berlin, Germany
R AINE COULDN’T BELIEVE what she’d done. She’d actually slept beside a former Collective hunter and had a freaking sex dream about him. A dream in which she came harder than she ever had before. What in God’s name was wrong with her?
And being charmed by the way he’d stared at her toenail polish? Come on. She was so freaking pathetic! Not to mention severely frustrated by the part of her that wanted to stop by a spa and get the full works, just to see how he would react after she’d been all glammed up.
And that wasn’t even all of it. There was also that intense way he had of looking at her, as if he was reading her as easily as a book. And then that damn predatory stare when he’d teased her about what he “wanted” to do, as if the answer was something…sexual.
Whoa! Not going there. No way in hell.
They’d spent most of the day making their way across Germany by train, since it was the fastest way to travel when trying to avoid airport security. And considering the number of weapons McConnell was carrying, avoiding law enforcement and government agencies seemedlike the safest way to go. After finally reaching Berlin, they’d grabbed a quick dinner, left their bags at a local hotel and were now back on the Casus’s trail, making their way through some of the historic city’s seedy back streets.
McConnell kept close to her side, armed to the hilt, his presence an irresistible comfort—though she’d have cut out her own tongue before admitting it to him. She couldn’t afford to let him know how deeply he affected her.
Then came all those other complicated issues, like guilt and anger and fear. Yes, she could understand why his life had taken the course that it had. But that didn’t mean she could just forget the fact that he’d lived most of his life as a killer.
And aren’t you being a judgmental little bitch?
The husky words came from somewhere deep inside her, and she felt like saying, Hey, it takes one to know one . But damn it, she didn’t want to start having conversations with herself. Especially ones that were bound to lead someplace deep within her scarred psyche
“What time is it?”
“Only eight.”
Her eyes went wide. “Then there’s no time for sleep.”
“Sure there is,” he murmured, and her embarrassment quickly morphed into irritation. She knew damn well he would have liked nothing better than to keep her from reaching Berlin.
Scooting her way to the other side of the bed, she said, “I’m leaving this hotel room in twenty minutes, McConnell. You can either come with me or stay here. The choice is up to you.”
He straightened to his full height as his smile slipped away, leaving his expression guarded. “Are you sure you’ll be okay in the sunlight?”
Though the Deschanel could be badly burned by the sun, they could go out into the light of day without suffering any serious injuries, so long as they’d recently taken blood from a species who wasn’t sensitive to sunshine.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, climbing off the bed. “I had enough of your blood last night to do the trick.”
He gave a curt nod and started to head toward his bag, which was still sitting on the dresser, but stopped and turned back to her when she said his name.
“What do you want to do?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I don’t mean what do youthink you should do, because of that misguided notion you have of protecting me. What do you want to do?”
For a moment, he only stood there, giving her another one of those dark, predatory stares. Then he quietly said, “Questions like that put me in a hell of a situation, Raine, since I don’t want to lie to you. But on the other hand, I don’t think you’re ready for the truth.” His eyes got darker. “So for now, I guess I’ll be helping you kill a Casus.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Berlin, Germany
R AINE COULDN’T BELIEVE what she’d done. She’d actually slept beside a former Collective hunter and had a freaking sex dream about him. A dream in which she came harder than she ever had before. What in God’s name was wrong with her?
And being charmed by the way he’d stared at her toenail polish? Come on. She was so freaking pathetic! Not to mention severely frustrated by the part of her that wanted to stop by a spa and get the full works, just to see how he would react after she’d been all glammed up.
And that wasn’t even all of it. There was also that intense way he had of looking at her, as if he was reading her as easily as a book. And then that damn predatory stare when he’d teased her about what he “wanted” to do, as if the answer was something…sexual.
Whoa! Not going there. No way in hell.
They’d spent most of the day making their way across Germany by train, since it was the fastest way to travel when trying to avoid airport security. And considering the number of weapons McConnell was carrying, avoiding law enforcement and government agencies seemedlike the safest way to go. After finally reaching Berlin, they’d grabbed a quick dinner, left their bags at a local hotel and were now back on the Casus’s trail, making their way through some of the historic city’s seedy back streets.
McConnell kept close to her side, armed to the hilt, his presence an irresistible comfort—though she’d have cut out her own tongue before admitting it to him. She couldn’t afford to let him know how deeply he affected her.
Then came all those other complicated issues, like guilt and anger and fear. Yes, she could understand why his life had taken the course that it had. But that didn’t mean she could just forget the fact that he’d lived most of his life as a killer.
And aren’t you being a judgmental little bitch?
The husky words came from somewhere deep inside her, and she felt like saying, Hey, it takes one to know one . But damn it, she didn’t want to start having conversations with herself. Especially ones that were bound to lead someplace deep within her scarred psyche
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