Crouching Tiger, Forbidden Vampire (Love at Stake 16)

His phone buzzed. Even though it was set at its lowest volume, he grabbed it quickly so the sound wouldn’t be heard. “What?” he whispered.

“About time,” J.L. grumbled. “I’ve been trying to call you for twenty minutes.”

Russell glanced down at his secret hideout. “I was out of range.”

“Yeah, I figured that. Here’s the deal. We’ve been searching for Jia for over forty minutes. It looks like she’s run away. Have you seen her?”

“Why would she be out here?” He scanned the land below as the noise grew louder.

There! His heart lurched in his chest.

She emerged from a copse of slender young trees, headed quickly for the massive oak tree that grew close to the top of his cave. He winced. The ceiling was too thin to support—

Her foot broke through the tangled roots, accompanied by a feminine squeal. Her leg slid into the cave up to her midcalf.

“What was that?” J.L. demanded. “Did I hear a scream?”

“It’s nothing. The mating call of a . . . water buffalo. Later.” Russell hung up and jammed the phone into his pants pocket. Then he teleported to solid ground close to Jia.

Her back was to him, and she was squatting on her left foot, her hands on the ground to keep her balance as she struggled to pull her right foot free.

He caught the scent of fresh blood. “You’re injured.”

“Russell?” She twisted toward him, her face brightening with a big smile. “I did it! I found you!”

“Is your leg hurt?”

“It’s no big deal. I’ll still be able to work.”

“The ground is too thin there. Don’t move.”

“I know.” Her voice lowered to an embarrassed mumble. “I’m stuck, and I can’t get up.”

His mouth twitched. “Stay put. I’ll get you.”

“Like I’m going anywhere,” she muttered.

He levitated, stretching out horizontally so he could reach her. “Grab on to me.”

“I surprised you, didn’t I?” With a grin, she looped her arms around his neck. “You didn’t think I could do it.”

He rose higher till her leg pulled free. His body swung back into a vertical position, bumping gently against her. Once again she was in his arms, and it felt so good. This partnership was going to kill him.

She hugged his neck. “I did it! We’re a team now.”

“Yes.” He winced as his groin tightened.

When she leaned back to look at him, her smile withered away. “I was afraid of that. You’re disappointed.”

“I’ll manage.” Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Unfortunately, the more he admonished his perverse manhood, the more it defied him.

“I can tell you’re angry. You’re scowling at me. To be honest, I’m a bit angry with you, too.”

“What for?” Could she feel the bulge?

She gave him a wry look. “It’s blatantly obvious.”

Damn. He glanced down.

“You left me more than three miles away. You wanted me to fail.”

“Oh, that.” He exhaled with relief. “Yeah. I did.”

She snorted. “Well, at least you’re honest about it. You made it very hard for me.”

Hard. For her. He gritted his teeth. “You’re welcome to slap me if you want.” Maybe then he would come to his senses.

“You may find this hard to believe, but I don’t go around slapping people all the time.”

He arched his brow in doubt.

“You’re the exception.” Her eyes glimmered with amusement. “I’ll try to restrain myself in the future.”

“Thank you. I’ll try not to be exceptional.”

She grinned. “I think we’re going to make a great team.”

His heart squeezed in his chest. She seemed genuinely happy to be with him. Her smile had a way of lighting up her face, making her eyes twinkle and her lips look soft and luscious. Seconds ticked by as he stared at her mouth.

Slowly her smile faded. “Russell?”

“Yes.” He lifted his gaze to her eyes. Her beautiful golden eyes.

Time stretched out as they looked at each other. The air between them grew thick and heavy, almost electric. He could feel the sizzle wherever her body was pressed against his.

Her gaze lowered to his mouth, and he leaned forward.

Beep, beep, beep.

He jerked his head back. The alarm on his watch went off. Shit. It was loud enough to wake the dead. Or the Undead. He’d put the alarm on its highest volume, thinking she would be miles away when the allotted hour was up.

She fumbled with her hands behind his neck. “How do I turn it off?”

“Let me see it.” He turned his head just as she leaned forward to look over his shoulder. His mouth brushed against her cheek.

Immediately she pulled back, breaking the contact.

“That was an accident.”

“I know.” Her face flushed pink.

He gritted his teeth. What had happened to that sexy moment when he’d thought she’d wanted him to kiss her? Had he only imagined it?

She avoided looking at him. “Maybe you should put me down.”

“The ground beneath us would collapse. Hang on a second.” He teleported her down into the bat cave. The damned watch continued to beep, filling the cave with a loud echo.

With her feet on solid ground, she let go of his neck. In the dark, he slid his hand along her arm till he hit metal. “What is this?” he said over the noise of the alarm.

“One of my mother’s bracelets. I put them on to encourage myself.”

A pang of guilt nagged at him. “I’m sorry I left you so far away.” He felt past the bracelet and found his watch. “I was worried something would happen to you.”

“You worried about me?” she asked just as he punched the button to turn off the alarm.

The cave was suddenly silent, her question hanging in the air unanswered. He berated himself for admitting too much as he unfastened the watch, then slipped it into a pocket.

“Stay put till I get some lights on.” He lit two oil lamps close to the kitchen area.

She looked around the cave, her mouth curling into a small smile. “I love what you’ve done with the place.”

His answering smile faded when he felt his heart squeeze once again. Don’t fall for her, he warned himself. You can protect her and admire her, but don’t start caring about her.

He moved to the table to gather his weapons, and when she joined him there, he noticed her slight limp. “Are you sure you want to do this? You’re injured.”

“It’s just a scratch.” She removed the knife from her right boot and set it on the table. “I’ll clean my ankle in the stream and be good to go.”

He pulled a stool toward her. “Sit.”

“You’re making too much of this.”

“Sit.” As soon as she sat, he hunched down and pulled off her boot.

“I can do it myself.”

“Your sock is still damp.” He pulled that off as well. “I’ll give you some dry ones so your feet won’t chafe.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“Why not?” He looked up at her. “You want sore feet?”

She heaved a sigh. “I know you didn’t want this partnership, so I won’t allow myself to be a burden.”

Did she think he was looking for an excuse to be rid of her? She must not realize how attracted he was. Or how, in the last moments, he had desperately wanted her to pass the test.

He rolled up the hem of her pants, trying not to think how delicate her ankle looked or how soft her skin was. “You’re not a burden. You’re a partner. That means for the success of our mission, we must keep each other’s health and safety in mind. If you’re injured or in any way incapacitated, you have to let me know.”

“All right.”

He examined the bloody scrape that started at her ankle and extended a few inches up her calf. Another pang of guilt nicked at him.

She stiffened suddenly. “What is that? You have Han’s mark on your arm?”

With a muttered curse, he glanced at the tattoo on the inside of his right wrist. “It’s nothing.”

“All of Han’s men have that mark. I’ve seen it on a bunch of soldiers who were in the clinic at Tiger Town. It means ‘slave’—”