章 73: Blood Loss IV

Zande rubbed her forehead with the heels of her hands. Whoever he was, he would come for her, and she had to decide what to do. She could never leave her family. Especially not now, when Dedari was having such a hard time with his own darkness.

  "Oh, God," she murmured aloud. "What am I thinking?"

  "You are in pain?"

Zande's head snapped up, and she looked around the bus cautiously. The voice was clear, arrogant, a velvet purr. Not Dedari. Her throat closed convulsively, making it nearly impossible to breathe. She felt a strength, a male's touch, his heart beating steadily, his lungs working easily, in and out, regulating her breathing as if they were one being. His voice was beautiful, and reached something deep in her soul. Yet he was using a mental path unfamiliar to her. The experience unnerved her. 

"Go away." She tried the path he was using. She heard soft laughter, taunting male amusement.