War of Hearts (True Immortality) - S Young Page 0,42
held his gaze for a few seconds and Conall thought she might answer. Instead she moved away from the window and grabbed her small backpack off the floor. “I’m going to use the bathroom and then I could eat before we leave, if that’s okay.”
He pushed. “The nightmare, Thea?”
She sighed, a long, slow exhale. “You don’t really want to know, Conall. You need to believe I’m your enemy, for your sister’s sake.”
“And you telling me about your nightmare … you think that will change things, do you?” Why the fuck was he pushing this?
“You said it yourself. Nothing will stop you from saving her life.”
She was right. “Nothing, lass.” He stood up slowly and Thea took a wary step back. “I’ll protect you until we reach Scotland. Where I fully intend to hand you over to Ashforth as soon as you save my sister’s life.”
Thea didn’t seem particularly upset by any of this but Conall suspected she was very good at hiding her feelings.
Not long later, after Thea had freshened up and pulled the masses of her rich, dark hair into a ponytail, Conall took the risk of using the bathroom to relieve himself but nothing more. He needed a fresh change of clothes; however, it would have to wait.
Leaving the hotel room, Thea fell naturally into stride beside him and he ignored the urge to look at her. When they stopped at the elevator, she reached to press the down button and when she lowered her arm, the back of her hand brushed against his. His skin tingled at the touch and he frowned at her.
“Sorry,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze.
Consternated by his hyperawareness of her, Conall faced forward and scowled.
Thankfully, the doors opened with a musical bing and an older couple started to smile at them until they took in Conall’s size. They shrank back against the elevator. Conall was immune to this kind of reaction and gestured for Thea to enter first, crowding in behind her.
As the doors closed, he glanced at her. Her eyes were downcast beneath her thick, sooty lashes. “So, no plans to kill me today?”
The couple sharing their elevator exchanged a wide-eyed look and Conall realized they spoke English. Oh well.
Thea looked up at him and her lush lips parted into a slow smile. “Not today.” The elevator jolted to a stop, and she moved past him with a nonchalant shrug. “But there’s always tomorrow.”
There was nothing but the sound of the road whooshing beneath their tires and the whir of cars passing by. The wolf apparently didn’t like to listen to the radio. A little over an hour outside Prague, they’d driven directly through a border point to Germany without being stopped and were now taking the freeway just outside Dresden. Conall had barely said a word to Thea from the moment they’d stepped out of the elevator at the hotel. In fact, he’d been gruff throughout breakfast.
Thea wasn’t oblivious. A big part of surviving the life she’d been living since she was nineteen years old was being able to read people. She’d studied body language and the way it betrayed even the most stoic. Of course, her spooky supernatural heightened instincts helped a lot.
The alpha, however, wasn’t that easy to read. Yet she’d learned some stuff in one morning. Thea had learned his entire demeanor changed when he was talking on the phone to his sister. His harsh expression softened, and his voice heated from a cold gravel to a warm rumble. Thinking of the photograph she’d seen in his wallet, Thea wondered where his parents were in all of this. Were they dead? Was his sister the last of his family?
Thea also learned that Conall did not like Ashforth. She wasn’t even sure the Scot was aware of his dislike for the American, but he wore this sneer on his face when he was talking to the bastard who had fucked up her life.
Finally, Thea observed something else about Conall over breakfast at the hotel. When she spoke, he watched her mouth. When she wasn’t looking, she could feel his eyes on her face. When she first got into the car and leaned into the back to put her rucksack on the passenger bench, she caught his gaze moving swiftly away from her breasts. There was a barely perceptible flex of the muscle in his jaw as he stared mutely ahead.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the wolf was attracted to her.