Bound by Forever - (True Immortality #3) Page 0,16

his still-bleeding, gaping wound.

Niamh nodded, blinking rapidly. Then she observed, “You’re butt naked. In the snow.”

“Yeah.”

“You have a gory tear in your throat.”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes dropped to the werewolves. “You saved me.”

“Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t have needed your help if I hadn’t been weakened by the iron.” When her eyes flew back to his, there was irritation in them.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“You’re a man of few words, huh?” At his answering silence, Niamh sighed and pushed to her feet. She swayed, and he noted her skin was paler than usual. At his frown, she waved him off. “The visions take it out of me. We better get going.” Her eyes dropped to his throat. “How long do you take to heal?”

“Faster than the average wolf.”

“That’s your favorite saying.” Her eyes flickered down his body, and he saw a satisfying tinge of red crest her cheeks as she averted her gaze. “Where are your clothes?”

“Had to shift fast. They got ruined.”

With a nod, she marched over to the largest wolf, the one Kiyo had taken by surprise first, and began to remove his jacket.

Seeing what she was about to do—and not too happy about wearing a dead man’s clothes but knowing there was nothing else for it—Kiyo helped her undress the corpse.

“I think this might be the lowest moment of my life thus far,” she said, but there was a hint of humor in her voice.

Kiyo raised an eyebrow.

She huffed. “What? You want me to feel sorry for the supernatural arsehole who had every intention of killing me?”

“Rose said you were the sweetest soul she’d ever met,” he replied. A sweet soul wouldn’t find humor in stealing from a dead man.

A pucker appeared between her brows. “Rose knew me … before.”

Realizing she wasn’t about to elaborate, Kiyo merely grunted and changed into the dead wolf’s clothes. Despite the slimness of Kiyo’s waist, he had a very broad chest and shoulders, so the material of the wolf’s shirt strained against his muscles. The jacket didn’t even fit. The jeans would do, however.

Niamh had averted her gaze as he changed but now she stared at his chest. Her eyes flew to his, that pretty blush still staining her cheeks. “Well, you are an impressively proportioned individual, aren’t you?”

He hadn’t known a fae could blush. He found he enjoyed the notion. A smirk tickled Kiyo’s lips, but he didn’t respond. Instead he marched back into the woods. “We need to move.”

Her light, crunching footsteps sounded behind him as she hurried to follow. “What about shoes?”

Finally feeling the cold seep into his feet, he shrugged. “My boots are in here. We’ll find them. Then go. The sooner we get the hell out of Moscow, the better.”

“I guess I’m stuck with you, then.”

“I guess so.”

“About the getting out of Moscow part …”

If she was about to argue about that, Kiyo would lose his patience. He didn’t have much of it to begin with.

“I know where we need to go next. That’s what my vision was about.”

In all the fighting, he’d almost forgotten about the vision. He glanced at her. She was so tall, they were nearly on eye level. “Oh?”

“Tokyo. We need to go to Tokyo.”

Shock hit him first.

Then anger.

Because surely this fae woman was totally and utterly yanking his fucking chain.

4

Although Niamh was grateful the werewolf had come to her rescue, ultimately that wasn’t why she’d decided to stick with him.

Part of her vision had been about him. His name had tickled her mind as images of Tokyo came at her. The mountain was Mount Fuji so the garden must be in Tokyo … and it all had to do with Kiyo.

Unable to return to either her hotel or Kiyo’s apartment, Niamh had used her steadily building strength to conjure a backpack Kiyo had described that was in the dingy flat. It had his passport and a change of clothes inside it.

Niamh conjured the emergency bag she kept ready to go in her hotel.

“So this vision … it’s about me, right?” he asked as he reluctantly drove toward the airport. “That’s why you want to go to Tokyo and all of a sudden, you want me to come with you.”

She sighed, knowing it was too obvious to hide the truth. “Yeah. There’s something there about you, and it’s important. I don’t know what. My visions don’t work like that. They come in waves … almost like chapters in a story. Each chapter provides a little more information and usually it happens the closer I get to my destination or