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was right. It didn’t matter. Because
she wasn’t safe. Eva curled her fingers beneath the surface of the
pillow, keeping her body relaxed as she waited for her chance to strike.
    Her
freedom was riding on this, as was her chance to see Rainey again.
    She
concentrated on the broad hand on her hip and tried to ignore that enticing
scent.

 
    “Why
the hell were we you driving out there anyway? We should have been on the
interstate,” Brand snapped, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn’t wake
the female. He didn’t know what was wrong with her – she should have
woken far before now, and that fact was beginning to worry him far more than it
should.
    “I have
some merchandise in the trunk that it’s better border patrol not discover.”
Joshua examined one of his knives with a critical expression; the dim light of
the muted TV cast him in a greenish glow. “Lets just say I know a man who knows
a back road to where we need to go.”
    “ Goddamn
it , Joshua.”
    “Not my
fault. Seth asked me to pick up the merchandise. Take this up with your
brother.”
    “Believe
me, I will .” Brand cursed softly as he examined the abrasions on the
woman’s back and forced himself to ignore the softness of her skin. Yes, he
could help speed the healing of some of her injuries – but the gravel
would have to be cleaned out first. And healing wasn’t exactly his primary
ability. “ That is the reason I try not to fall asleep if you’re around,”
he muttered.
    Joshua
snorted, then slid the blade away. “Live and learn, cousin. Live and learn.”
Then he learned forward, frowning at the woman, and Brand resisted the urge to
snarl at his proximity. “You know, Brand, you might want to be careful. I’m not
sure she’s actually – ”
    The
female whipped around, clawing at Brand’s eyes with short, ragged fingernails.
Joshua cursed, jumping back and Brand was too startled to do anything but blink.
Then he swore and caught her wrists. She flashed small white teeth at him,
snarling, and – his amati or not – Brand’s training took over
– he jerked up on her hands, unbalancing her so she fell back into the
bed, and pinned her legs with his own. She writhed beneath him, struggling. And
then, as if realizing the futility of what she was doing, she sucked in a
breath, gave a half-moan and fell back onto the sheets.
    The
clean, pure scent of rain – spring rain and somehow silver –
wafted up to fill the air around Brand like a kiss. To his horror, Brand went
instantly hard. Fuck . The female was terrified. It didn’t take an idiot
to know that – and this was the moment his cock chose to wake up?
    He
momentarily closed his eyes and grabbed hold of his fraying control. Think
of her as one of Stronghold’s fighters. A young one.
    “If you
were going to attack me, why didn’t you just Change? You would have had
better luck,” Brand snapped, opening his eyes to meet her dazed silver eyes as
she started to struggle again, hoping to hell she hadn’t noticed his growing
need  – and promptly lost it.
    Something
inside of Brand shifted, changed. The memories surged, tearing at his focus,
and Brand had the terrifying sense of being on a collision course; he promptly
closed his eyes and anchored himself inside that scent – Her scent.
Why in hell she should ground him so easily? Spring rain and silver .
Brand tensed as emotions slammed through him: elation – joy –
confusion – amazement…pain. Guilt . So much fucking guilt.
    Because
it was his fault. If only he had just…
    Fuck . Fuck.
    An
amati. His amati.
    He
didn’t…he didn’t need this. He didn’t need her.
    Not
ever – not right now.
    Brand
shoved the thought away and opened his eyes. The female had gone still again,
her graceful brows drawn in a confused sort of desperation.
    Brand
knew her. He had never seen her before, but he knew her. To the depths
of everything he was. And she was lovely.
    Lovely…and
battered. Brand wanted to reach forward,