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He frowned.
“I’m going crazy alone here in this little cabin,” I said. “I just want to get out and breathe a little, and I figured it might be safer with you than if I wander around alone.”
“Did you wander around alone?” he demanded.
I shook my head quickly. “No, I’m not stupid.”
Ash relaxed visibly. I couldn’t figure him out. He was completely invested in me one moment and wholly uninterested the next.
Ash hesitated, and I watched him, willing him to say yes.
“Okay,” he finally said. “But we’re not staying out after dark.”
I nodded. The sun headed toward the horizon, but the night was still a while away.
“Come,” he said with a nod.
He didn’t need to tell me twice.
ChapterEight
Ash
Gods, how was I supposed to keep her away from me when she insisted on coming with me?
Why the hell had I even said yes?
My gift was seduction—I’d always been able to make women fawn over me in an instant. But with Lorraine, everything was different. She didn’t only fawn over me, but looked at me with those large green eyes as if she was ready to give everything up to me.
I felt the same way around her. When we were together, I had to concentrate not to get swept up in who she was, from the way her voice sounded a little husky to how her large green eyes became hooded when she was riddled with lust. Her curves, her hair…
She looked like a vision in that huntress dress she’d chosen to wear. Did she know what it meant? Did she have any idea how attractive it made her that she hadn’t chosen the clothing of a homemaker or servant, but that of a hunter and warrior?
She had no idea, but the clothing she was drawn to meant something.
Stop it.
I had to stop being so hypnotized by her. She was a fucking human—no magic, no power. She shouldn’t have been able to beguile me.
We left the part of the forest where my cabin was hidden behind a veil of magic. When we stepped through the boundary where the power ended, Lorraine shivered. Goosebumps broke out on her skin.
I frowned. Could she feel the magic? She was just a regular human; she shouldn’t have been able to feel anything.
“Do you come here often?” she asked as we walked through the trees.
“Yeah,” I said. “I love it out here. I practically live here.”
“I can see why.”
We walked between the tall trees, and she touched the trunks as we walked past them. She did it in thought—I doubted she had a motive—but I could sense the druses and dryads in the trees respond to the touch. They were as interested in her as I was.
Something about her was different.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“What?”
“What part of the country are we in? They locked me up inside a truck when they took me, and I…” Her voice caught in her throat.
