pulse flutter
in an alarming way.
Her eyes suddenly widened. “Tia, where’s Tia?”
“Right here.” Nicholas pointed to the bag thumping against
his hip, and she sighed with relief when she saw the top of Tia’s head sticking
out.
She stared over James’ shoulder into the growing darkness.
“How are you doing this?” She repeated herself.
“I’m a healer Bree. When I touch people who are hurt or
sick, I can heal them.”
“How?” She whispered.
He shrugged. “I do not know.”
“We should make camp for the night.” Nicholas said quietly.
“This looks like a good spot.”
James nodded and stopped as Nicholas dropped the bags gently
to the ground. Tia jumped out and quickly peed before sniffing curiously at a
cluster of bushes.
Bree stiffened against James. The funny warmth in her
stomach disappeared and fresh fear flooded through her. The two Lycans had
saved her life, but that didn’t mean she could trust them. James had not raped
her the first night only because she was close to death. Now that he had used
his powers to heal her, she would not be so lucky tonight. Perhaps the
brothers would take turns using her.
She shuddered and choked back a quiet sob. All her life her
brother had protected her, kept her safe from men and beasts alike. Now she
was alone, and she was too weak and afraid to defend herself.
Don’t be ridiculous. Do you really think either of these
men will hurt you? They have been nothing but kind to you. They fed you,
protected you against the Lycans, and James saved you from the leech. They may
be Lycans but they seem different from the others.
Her brain knew it to be true but after months of being abused
by the Lycans, she couldn’t seem to control her fear of them. Her heart was
pounding so hard in her chest she thought it might explode.
She gave a short cry of fear when she felt Nicholas’ hands
at her back.
“Easy little one.” James murmured. “He’s just untying the
rope.”
Nicholas unwound the rope quickly and James set her on the
ground. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her body, and stared at the two
men with wide and frightened eyes.
“Bree, do you feel better?” James made no attempt to touch
her.
Nicholas gave his brother a puzzled look. The woman seemed
more afraid of them now than before they had saved her from the Lycans. Her
face was pale and her pupils were huge.
“Yes.” She nodded. “I feel much better.”
She was lying. Nicholas could see it in her face, and in
the careful way she backed away from them until she was leaning against a large
tree. She sunk to the ground, wincing and pressing her hand against her side,
before she tucked the blanket around her bare legs and feet.
As James began to build a fire, Nicholas quickly set up the
two small tents. Bree watched them silently, her body trembling. When the
fire was crackling loudly, she crept closer to it and sat cross-legged in front
of it. Tia climbed into her lap, wagging her tail enthusiastically when James
approached them.
“You should sit with me for awhile longer, little one.”
“I don’t want to.” She cleared her throat nervously. “I
don’t need any more healing.”
James frowned at Nicholas who made a small shrugging motion.
Bree gave him a pleading look. “Please, may I borrow one of
your shirts?”
He nodded and dug through his bag. He pulled out the last two
of his shirts, and handed one to her before slipping into the other one.
He turned away to give her some privacy. She grunted softly
in pain and he frowned.
“Bree, is your side bleeding?” He moved a little closer and
she shrank back.
“No.”
“Show me.”
“I told you, it’s – “
“Show me.” He spoke louder, his chest tightening when she
flinched and raised her arm to shield her face.
“I’m sorry.” He made his voice soft and he crouched down,
trying to make himself look as