could help her drag him along if necessary. Assuming their ear drums didn’t explode as soon as the water hit them. They were deep. The pressure could be a problem. And how long should Raiden decompress after two years at this depth? Was the air in this cave regulated to surface concentrations of oxygen and nitrogen? Or would she get him near the surface and watch him die from the bends? She’d only been down about thirty minutes. With decompression time, she’d be fine. But Raiden? Maybe he was a super-alien and it wouldn’t matter. Then again, his blood coating her palm made that seem like a false hope.
“God damn it.” She couldn’t quit now. She was damn stubborn, but the warmth of her own blood now heated the small of her back and her left side inside her dive suit. Blood dripped from her fingertips to the floor. When had she started bleeding? Why? And just how much blood could she lose and keep going…?
“Who are you? How did you find me?” Raiden grabbed her bleeding arm and forced her to look back at him.
“I’m Mari. I’m human, born in Sante Fe, New Mexico. A diver.” Admitting that she’d dreamt about him every night for two years seemed a bit much. Especially since the guy was thunder-god hot, a total eleven. A little lie of omission to Mr. Chiseled Chin with the perfect lips wouldn’t hurt anything.
“A diver? A human S.C.U.B.A. diver? Where am I? This is not my ship.” Raiden swung his legs over the edge and Mari stepped to his side, wrapped an arm around his waist and offered him her right shoulder. Even hurting, she was in marginally better shape than he was. He closed his eyes and shook his head as if to clear it.
“In a cave about fifty meters underwater.” Taking a deep breath, Mari pulled him to his feet and bit her lip to stop the cry of pain from escaping her. Agony sliced through her spine. But at least she fit perfectly under his shoulder. He was taller than she’d expected. Heavier, too. “Come on. I have to get you out of here right now.” She looked up to find her dive partner eyeing them both. “A little help here?”
“He’s coming with us?”
“He’s the reason we’re here.”
“Fine. But there’s movement on the other side of that door. Get him the hell out of there and let’s go. He can use one of our tanks. I’ll swim out on the back up.”
If Riaden didn’t move, she’d bleed out and he’d be stuck. She knew her boy, and he’d leave this alien behind if he needed to to save her. Raiden would never find his way through the caves without her. He’d never find the spool line on his own. And if he showed up alone, God only knew what her other dive partners would do to him.
“Thank you, healer Mari.”
“I’m not a healer. I’m a diver. And if we don’t get out of here soon, we’ll both die down here.”
Raiden stopped after two steps and turned her to face him. “Who sent you? Human military? The Triads? The Queen? Does my brother know about you? The Council?”
“No one sent me.” Mari stared up into his gray eyes and felt herself drowning. He was beautiful. Raiden looked so regal, so strong that she fought the urge to press her cheek to his chest and just let him take over. It was illogical. Stupid, really. But she could still taste him on her tongue and her body didn’t seem capable of walking at the moment, let alone leading a hulking alien warrior through several hundred meters of pitch-black sea cave.
And his questions shook her to the core. She was in way over her head. Triads? The Queen? As in the Queen of what? England? No way he was British. Number one, his accent was too strange. Number two, he looked like he might be part Asian, not northern European. And number three? No way in hell she’d believe she’d spent the last two years of her life hunting for a normal, everyday human man. Humans didn’t survive in stasis pods or psychically summon girls from New Mexico to come save their asses. And they didn’t have silver
Emily Tilton, Blushing Books