A Warrior s Desire - By Pamela Palmer Page 0,10

fulfill the mission he would assume Charlie had already failed.

Dammit.

His jaw clenched, his eyes burrowing beneath his brows as he fought to hide the telltale signs of emotion.

The first thing he intended to do was lure her to him so he could wring her delicate little neck.

The second was send her away, somewhere safe to spend the next month until the gate opened again.

If he'd wanted her company, he'd have asked for it.

Fisting his hands on his knees, he straightened and resumed walking as if nothing was wrong.

For a moment, he considered trying to outdistance himself from her, but he didn't know what kind of stamina she had.

Besides, allowing her to follow him was too dangerous.

If he picked up a second tail...a true threat...he might not realize it until it was too late.

Damn her.

If she thought she could thwart him and get away with it, she was dead wrong.

Tarrys ducked behind a crystalberry bush, the sound of its fruit jangling like broken glass in the dull breeze.

Peering around it, she watched Charlie, his long strides carrying him quickly toward the foothills of the red mountains.

She ran, dodging behind a boulder, then another bush, determined to stay close enough to watch him.

Determined that he not see her in return.

Sweat rolled between her breasts and dampened her scalp as she struggled to stay hidden and keep him in sight.

They'd only come through the gate a few hours ago and already she was tiring of this.

Eventually, Charlie would rest.

Then and only then would she catch her breath.

She'd planned to run from Charlie when they first came through the gate, at least until the gate closed and he could no longer send her back.

But the shift between the worlds had knocked him unconscious, giving her the perfect opportunity to hide.

Then the Esri arrived and she'd been terrified the mission would be over before it began.

She'd been prepared to draw them off, giving Charlie a chance to get away.

But Charlie had moved fast and the Esri had passed, unaware.

Now the only things chasing her were memories, and the fear that an Esri would catch her before she saw Charlie safely across Esria.

She scanned the surrounding hills, looking for a sign of others.

Few traveled these lands.

The chances of crossing paths with one was unlikely, but not nearly unlikely enough.

The thought of it stirred the fear that had ridden over her like a haze since her return.

Sweet Esria, she didn't want to be back here.

Walking through that gate had been, without doubt, the hardest thing she'd ever done.

If not for Charlie's hand clasped hard around hers, giving her strength, reminding her of her purpose, she wasn't sure she'd have been able to force her feet into that fountain.

Every step since, she'd felt fate's hot breath on the back of her neck, corralling her toward that awful and inevitable moment of capture and enslavement.

Don't think about the past.

Don't think about the future.

Charlie.

Only Charlie.

And getting him safely over the mountains.

That was all that mattered.

All she could allow herself to think about, or she'd go slowly mad.

Yet she couldn't stop the wish that she'd never gone into the human realm in the first place.

That she'd never known freedom or kindness.

Or friendship.

How much easier her future years would be had she never known what it was like to have someone speak to her as an equal.

To feel the touch of a friendly hand.

To laugh and to do as she wanted knowing her body was hers to command.

To know that no one would draw her into a frenzy of false passion for the purpose of raping her.

That the only desire that stirred inside her was drawn by a man who didn't mean to attract her as he did.

And Charlie would never, she was certain, force himself upon her.

And while she'd prefer to not be attracted to him, or any man, the truth was she liked him.

A lot.

Far more than she wanted to.

He was a good man.

A man who'd shown her more simple kindness than any man had since she was a child.

For Charlie and Aunt Myrtle and all the humans she'd begun to care for, she would do what she could to make sure Charlie succeeded.

She would do what she must.

She peered around the edge of the rock, watching, staking out her next hiding spot.

But as her gaze swung back to Charlie, she saw him stumble, then fall to his knees, swaying as if he'd been arrow shot.

Her jaw dropped, shock vibrating through her body as she watched the strong warrior collapse