Part 15 (2/2)
”G.o.ds, no.”
”They're both shape-s.h.i.+fters. They could be long gone.”
”Still, we'd better search. Falcone was sure they'd be in the cave.”
Rinna felt her throat close.
Logan pulled her farther into the shadows of the rocks, as far back as they could go.
It was dark inside the crevice. She couldn't see Logan, but she could feel him. They had been close together before. Now her body was wedged against his. His skin had warmed, maybe because the two of them were generating heat in the enclosed s.p.a.ce.
He lowered his head again, stroking his lips lightly against her neck. As footsteps approached their hiding place, she pressed the back of her head into the dark hair on his chest.
When she heard a soldier climbing toward them, she went absolutely still as she formed an image in her mind. An image of the cave entrance and the cavity beyond. It was dark and scary inside. And it was impossible to see more than a few inches into the darkness. Probably there were cougars inside. Or bears. Or maybe even a fire-breathing dragon.
She felt Logan s.h.i.+ver, then lower his lips to her ear. ”Are you doing that?”
”Yes,” she murmured.
One of the warriors came close to the cave, and they both stopped breathing. Rinna could see the man staring into the darkness of the crevice.
Did he have a flashlight? They were very rare because it took some psychic ability to operate them. But this man might have been trained to do it.
She tensed, waiting for a beam to strike a shoulder or a leg. But apparently the man lacked that skill, and with the terrifying images she had called up, it seemed that he didn't want to take a chance on creeping into a tight s.p.a.ce where danger might lurk.
After several moments, he moved off, and Rinna let the air trickle out of her lungs.
She would have pulled away from Logan, but he held her fast.
”I think they're gone,” she whispered, reaching backward to press her hand against his shoulder. ”We should get out of here.”
”Not yet.”
She couldn't see him, but alarm sizzled through her as she felt him turn her in his arms.
”I dreamed of kissing you,” he said, ”Was it real?”
”How could it be real if it was a dream?”
”But do you remember it?” he pressed.
She gulped. Lying was never easy for her. But there was no way she could tell him the truth.
”No,” she whispered. She remembered sharing a kiss with him. Not just a kiss. He had touched her, stroked her body and she remembered waking-out of breath and wanting him. Then she'd gone right to him and tended his wounds.
They had been in an opulent bedroom. Now they were outside, wedged together in a crevice in the rock.
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