With a hiss, Jagr grabbed her arms and regarded her with a flare of anger. He would endure many things, but not being compared to a spineless coward who would harm a young female.
“Take care, little one.”
“Go to hell, big chief.”
Abruptly he dropped his hands and stepped back. Just the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers was making his body clench with hunger.
“You want to be rid of me, then let me take you to Chicago,” he challenged with a cool control he was far from feeling. “You’ll never have to set eyes on me again.”
Her lips tightened as she absently rubbed her arms where he’d touched her.
“I’m not leaving until I’ve skinned Culligan and fed his heart to the fishes.”
“Then it would seem we’re stuck with one another.” Turning on his heel, Jagr led the way toward the line of trees.
Regan fell into step behind him, muttering vile threats that included chopping off his more precious body parts, as well as a gruesome decapitation.
Jagr ignored her threats. Despite her unique ability to annoy the hell out of him, he understood her frustration. She’d just escaped from Culligan’s clutches—she didn’t want to depend on anyone. Even if his presence meant keeping her alive.
Nearing the tree line, Jagr abruptly halted, his senses flaring with life.
“Wait.”
Regan flowed to his side, her body coiled to attack. “What is it?”
“I smell blood.” He pointed toward the trees. “In there.”
“Human?”
“Imp.”
She sucked in a deep breath. “Is he still in there?”
“Impossible to say.”
“Let’s go.”
Jagr bit back his instinctive protest. Regan had earned the right to battle Culligan. So long as he was near to prevent disaster.
“This way.”
Without speaking, they entered the thick woods, their steps barely stirring a leaf as they moved in silence. In the distance, Jagr could hear the rustle of nocturnal animals and babble of a shallow creek, but there was no sense of human or demon in the darkness.
Following the intoxicating scent of blood, Jagr angled to the west. There was nothing but trees for several feet, then without warning they ended, revealing a wide path that had been carved through the very heart of the woods.
It was clearly a road for the local farmer to transfer his equipment from one field to another, but Jagr’s only interest was in the long RV that was distinctly out of place.
“Shit.”
Coming to a halt, Jagr was sharply aware of the savage emotions that assaulted the woman at his side.
“Regan?”
She shook her head, her arms wrapped protectively around her waist. “I can’t. I…I just can’t.”
Before he realized he was moving, Jagr had gathered Regan in his arms. Strange. He’d never before felt the urge to comfort another, not even those of his clan, but in this moment there was nothing more vital.
Smoothing a hand down the knotted muscles of her back, he lowered his head to whisper in her ear.