That all? “What are you looking for?”
“I think someone—or something—followed us out. It was difficult to see in there, but I believe I spied a being.”
“Anyone who followed is probably dead. No one could break free of that current.” She frowned. “How did you?”
“I’m not as weak as you think me.” As if to prove his point, he lumbered to his feet. His shirt had been either eaten away or torn free; most of his leather pants had disintegrated from acid. “I’m an immortal male in my prime.”
“And that was the equivalent of an immortal current. Our bodies should have been dashed to pieces.”
“Well, they’re not.” He reached a hand down, helping her stand.
As he steadied her, she asked, “Do you think we had supernatural assistance?”
“Is it so difficult to believe I did that on my own?” He stared down into her eyes as he said, “Maybe you make me strong.”
He looked so earnest about this, she decided not to argue the point. “In any case, thanks for getting me to safety. We keep saving each other’s asses, don’t we?”
“That’s the way it should be, no?” He seemed to be asking more than just that simple question, so she changed the subject.
“Where do you think we are?”
“I have no idea.”
She turned her attention to herself. Though her necklace was unharmed, her breastplate was beyond salvage, the irregular edges cutting into her already damaged skin. She unfastened the last stubborn clip, then dumped it. Not that she cared, but her hair was long enough to cover most of her br**sts. In the back, her locks had been eaten away, an involuntary bob cut. Her boots looked like acid had been drizzled over them, but at least the soles covered most of her feet.
Her skirt had only a few leather strands left. For Thronos’s sake, she shifted the garment to cover her front, which gave her an ass-less skirt.
He flicked his gaze over her torso. “You’re burned worse than I thought. You need to rest and regenerate.”
“Where? We have no idea what dangers surround us.”
“Then we need to get to higher ground while my wing heals.” He surveyed the horizon.
She saw only flat terrain, a sheet of slate-gray stone that matched the dismal sky. “If there is higher ground.” But he could see farther than she could.
“Come on.” He took her hand in his.
Though the rock had countless craters—just ideal for her acid-eaten stiletto boots—she said, “I can walk on my own.”
“I know you can.” He kept her hand. After that Pandemonian hell zone, he seemed to have a constant need to touch her.
Still fearing something would take her away from him?
Whatever he’d seen had changed this man. So what would happen to him once they ultimately separated . . . ?
For now, hand in hand, they set off, wending around larger holes.
“What if this is another dream?” she asked. “That hallucination was so realistic.” You know, Thro, the one where we were having hot interspecies action.
He nodded. “I feel as if I’ve known you. Almost.”
“We’re lucky that none of it happened. You didn’t commit any offendments. I didn’t almost get pregnant.”
“If we weren’t bespelled, then why did we feel such frenzy for each other?”
She didn’t have to read his mind to know that the guy in Thronos wanted the two orgasms he’d given her to, well, count. “Placebo effect maybe? All I know is that Feveris—or faux Feveris—changes nothing.”
“I think I’m your mate just as much as you are mine.” Cocky Thronos was back.