she forgot about her leg until the moment of impact. She cried out, reaching for her ankle as she crumpled to the floor.
“Enough!” Guy bellowed. “At least until we get her injuries looked at.”
She pushed her face into the rug, wishing with all her might that she had stood up to Sloan the night before when told they were going caving.
Guy’s hands gently touched her, but she shoved him away. Tears that filled her eyes threatened to fall. She glared at him. “Don’t touch me.”
“You might show them some kindness,” Con said. “They were the ones, after all, who got you out of the mountain. If no’ for them, you’d be dead.”
“Bloody hell. Her ankle,” Banan murmured.
Guy, who had been in the process of standing, was suddenly beside her again. This time when she tried to move his hands, he ignored her and lifted her in his arms.
He was so gentle that more tears gathered.
“You should’ve told me,” he said.
She turned her face away and gripped the pillow as the four of them unrolled the leg of her pants and pushed it up over her left knee.
“Can you move your knee and ankle?” Rhys asked.
In answer, Elena squeezed her eyes shut and managed to move both enough to show she could.
“I think her knee is fine. It’s the ankle I’m concerned with,” she heard Con say.
For several excruciating minutes, they felt all along her ankle to see if anything was broken. She was relieved to hear that nothing was.
“The foot needs to be elevated,” Banan said.
It was Guy who tenderly lifted her leg and put pillows beneath her foot. A glass of water was given to her, along with two pills she recognized as aspirin.
She was ready to dull some of the pain and didn’t hesitate to take them. The room got quiet. Elena looked at the men staring at her as if they expected her to faint or something.
It was on the tip of her tongue to let out a scream just to shock them, but the pain and events of the day came rushing back at her again.
“A woman is dead, and all you can think about is that we were trespassing,” she said, her eyes losing their focus.
The faces of the four men began to blur. She closed her eyes and found it impossible to open them again. She’d never been so tired in her life.
“We’re sorry about your friend. But it’s our lives that are at stake.”
Elena tried to open her eyes to be sure if that was Guy who had spoken, but before she could, sleep took her.
Chapter Five
“We’ll have to keep things to a minimum. No more midnight flights. No more training. At least until she’s gone.”
Elena wasn’t sure at first if the voice was from a dream or real. It sounded muffled, but it had to be a dream to talk of midnight flights.
A mental picture of a man flying through the air flashed into her mind, and she knew it was a dream.
“Tristan willna be happy. He’s begun to like having the freedom to release his dragon when he wants.”
She was positive it was a dream then. Why would the men be talking of dragons? Everyone knew they weren’t real.
“We can no’ keep her here indefinitely.”
Guy. That was Guy’s voice. It was deep, smooth, and near, as if he was just in the next room. But what was she doing in bed?
The fog of sleep began to dissipate as she struggled to consciousness. When she opened her eyes, it was to find herself on her side. The events from before came back to her quickly.
Elena rolled onto her back, but found herself alone. She sat up to see the door pulled shut. Yet there was no denying the voices had come from outside.
Suddenly, the door opened and Guy poked his head inside the room, his amazing pale brown eyes locked on her face.
Her lips tingled as her gaze lowered to his mouth and she remembered the all-too-quick kiss she had dared to give him. It had been so unlike her, but she didn’t regret it.
Recalling the feel of his wide lips against hers made her heart beat double. And her body yearn for more.
A kiss. One simple kiss.
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