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of meat with more gusto than was necessary.
    Ty set his plate aside before reaching for
hers. Effectively removing all the distractions, Ty wrapped an arm
around her, pulling her into his warmth. The man was nothing if not
persistent.
    “Stop it, Ty. Can’t you wait at least until
we’re alone?”
    His chuckle was husky. “We’re alone and I’m
not letting you go until you tell me what’s bothering you.” He
brushed a blond curl from her forehead. The look of love he sent
her had her going all soft inside. The man had skills. “All right,
all right.” With a show of exasperation, Sonja attempted to wiggle
free. Ty’s hold grew tighter. Finally, with her head resting on
his, she released a long breath. “I’m scared.”
    “Scared? What exactly are you scared of,
Nymph?” His hold increased as he gathered her up bodily to rest in
his lap.
    She pulled her feet up along his thigh,
letting him hold her for a moment. His attention never wavered. He
simply waited for her to respond. He was so patient, never tried to
extract the answers from her. Instead, he listened, allowing her
time to organize her thoughts. Gratitude welled up from somewhere
in the jumble of emotions churning inside as she kissed his cheek.
His beard scraped against her face. A physical trait passed down to
him by his white father, she mused, one he found aggravating at
times. She loved the feel of a new beard’s growth as she ran her
hand along the line of his jaw. Her hands moved against the planes
of his face, a face as familiar as her own. Leaning in, she rested
her forehead against his. Her trust in him ran deep. “Ty, I’m
scared I won’t be able to help these people get to Texas
without…without the Guardian.”
    “Aren’t you forgetting something?” His voice
went low with tempered patience. Those blue orbs never left hers as
he rubbed her arms lightly, letting his fingers slide slowly over
her skin.
    Frustrated, she continued, “I’m the one who
has to answer if these people don’t make it across. I’m the one
whose problems forced these folks into this predicament, Ty. Are
you forgetting it’s me the vampires want?”
    His eyes closed briefly. When they opened, he
fixed her with a soulful gaze. “Aren’t you forgetting about
me?”
    “About you?” She blinked. What did he
mean?
    “Yes, I guess you are.” Ty peered out into
the darkness past the circle of wagons. Sighing heavily, he turned
back to her. “You’re taking all this on yourself as if I can’t
help. Sonja, no matter what, I’m right by your side.” He gathered
her hands in his.
    The contact made her breathe a bit
easier.
    “I’m right here with you, don’t you know
that? We’re in this together.”
    She winced inwardly at the raking tone of his
question. “Of course I know you’ll be with me. It’s just…” Having
trouble saying the words, Sonja scrambled up with Ty not far
behind. He wouldn’t let the issue die. Now facing the darkness on
the other side of the light from the campfires, she released a
slow, laborious breath. “Call it an intuition, call it a vision,
call it what you will, I have a deep bedded apprehension about
crossing the river. The opportunity for any of Robert’s cronies to
attack would be ripe. Though he’s gone, I still feel his presence,
his spirit.” She wheeled, gripping Ty by the forearms. “Don’t you
see? Can’t you understand? We’re going to need all the strength we
can muster.” Irritated her words had grown more agitated, she
paused, dropping her head. “The dreams still come. The monsters are
still out there ready to kill all who venture with me. I see them
every time I close my eyes.” She shook her head. “You’d all be
better off crossing alone, without me.” She leaned into his chest,
wrapping her arms around his waist. His warmth enveloped her. She
closed her eyes tight. The heat of his body next to hers made the
sudden chill more bearable. “Oh, Ty, sometimes I think it would be
better