Christine Feehan - Dark Fire (Dark Series - book 6)

Flashlight and wrench in hand, she was crawling out from under the troupes huge touring bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, almost childlike. At first he was certain she was, at most, a teenager, dressed in baggy overalls, her wealth of red-gold hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her face was grimy, smudged with oil and dirt. Then she turned slightly, and he could see high, firm breasts thrusting against the thin cotton top beneath the bib of her overalls.

Darius stared at her, entranced. Even in the night her red hair gleamed like flames. That he could tell her hair was red stunned him. Dark, predatory, immortal Carpathian male that he was, he had not seen colors, only black and white, in more centuries than he could count. He had not disclosed that information, his accompanying loss of emotion, to his younger sister, Desari, who remained, as she had for eons, sweet and compassionate and everything good that female Carpathians were. Everything that he was not. Desari depended on him, as did the others in their troupe, and he did not wish to distress her with the knowledge of how close he was to either facing the dawnand his own destructionor turning vampire, undead instead of immortal.

That this little unfamiliar woman in baggy overalls had captured his attention was shocking to him. But she had a sway to her hips that sent a deep need jolting hard within him. He caught his breath and followed her from a distance as she moved around the touring bus to disappear from his sight.

You must be tired, Rusti. Youve been working all day! Desari called out.

Darius couldnt see Desari, but, as always, he was able to hear his sisters voice, a blend of musical notes that could turn heads and influence all living things.

Grab some juice out of the fridge in the trailer, and relax for a few minutes. You cant fix everything in one day, she continued.

Just another couple of hours and Ill have this up and running, the little redhead answered. Her soft, husky voice touched Darius in the very core of his being and sent blood surging hotly through his veins. He stood still, transfixed by the unexpected sensation.

I insist, Rusti, Desari said gently.

Darius knew that tone, the one that ensured she got her way. Please. You have the job as our mechanic. Its obvious that youre exactly what we need. So knock off for the night, will you? Watching you work so hard makes me feel like a slave-driver.

Darius sauntered slowly around the motor home toward the small, red-haired woman and his sister. Beside tall, slender, elegant Desari, the petite female mechanic he had not yet met looked like a scruffy child, yet he couldnt take his eyes from her. She laughed throatily, tightening his body to an aching heaviness. Even from a distance he could see that her eyes were a brilliant green, large and heavily lashed, her face a perfect oval, with high cheekbones and a wide, lush mouth just begging to be kissed.

Before he could hear her, she disappeared again, walking beside his sister around the back of the broken-down touring bus to the rear door. Darius simply stood there, frozen to the spot in the darkness. Night creatures were stirring to life, and Darius allowed his gaze to wander the campsite, noting the various colors around him. Vivid greens, yellows, and blues. He could see the silver of the bus, the blue lettering on the side. The little sports car nearby was fire-engine red. The trail bikes secured to the bus were yellow. The leaves on the trees were bright green, veined with darker hues.

Darius inhaled sharply, pointedly drinking in the strangers scent so that he could always find her, even in a crowd, always know where she was. Strangely, she made him feel as if he wasnt so alone anymore. He hadnt even met her yet, but simply knowing she was in the world made it seem a completely different place. No, Darius had not told his sister how bleak and empty his life had been or how dangerous he had become, but his gaze, when it rested on the redhead, had been hot and possessive, and something fierce and primitive within him had raised its head and roared for release.

Desari came striding back around the bus alone. Darius, I did not know you had risen. You are so secretive these days. Her large black eyes scanned him speculatively. What is it? You look... She hesitated.

Dangerous. The unsaid word shimmered in the air between them. He nodded toward their mobile home. Who is she?

Desari shivered at his tone, then rubbed her palms up and down her arms as if she were cold. We discussed the need to hire a mechanic to go on the road with us, to keep the vehicles in shape so we could protect our privacy. I spoke to you of placing an ad, with a special compulsion embedded in it, and you gave your approval, Darius. You said that if we found someone the cats could tolerate, you would permit it. Early this morning Rusti appeared. The cats were out with me, and neither of them objected to her.

How is it that she made it to the camp through our safeguards, the barriers that protect us during the daylight? he inquired softly, a hint of menace in his even voice.

I honestly dont know, Darius. I scanned her mind for any hidden agendas and found none. Her brain patterns are different from those of most humans, but I could detect only her need for work, honest work.

She is a mortal, he said.

I know, Desari replied defensively, aware of the heavy, oppressive weight in the air signaling her brothers censure. But she has no family, and she has indicated a need for a great deal of privacy herself. I dont think it will bother her if were not around during the day. I told her that, because we work and travel mostly at night, we often sleep during the day. She said that suited her fine. And we do really need her to keep our vehicles running properly. You know its true. Without them wed lose our facade of normalcy. And we can handle a human without any problem.

You sent her into the trailer, Desari. If she is there, why are the cats not with you? Darius asked, his heart suddenly in his throat.

Oh, my God. Desari paled. How could I make such a mistake? Stricken, she ran toward the door of the motor home.

Darius was there before her, jerking open the door and leaping in, crouching low, ready to fight the troupes two leopards for the small female body. He froze, motionless, his long black hair falling across his face. The red-haired woman was curled up on the couch with one large panther on either side of her, dwarfing her in size yet pushing against her hands, seeking attention.

Tempest Rusti Trine stood up quickly as the man burst into the touring bus. He looked wild and dangerous. Everything about him screamed peril and power. He was tall, sinewy like the cats, and his long dark hair was shaggy and untamed. His eyes, as black as night, were large and mesmerizing and as penetrating as those of the two panthers. She felt her heart jump, and her mouth went dry.

Im sorry. Desari told me I could come in here, she offered appeasingly, trying to move away from the cats as they continued to nuzzle her for attention, nearly knocking over her small frame with each nudge. They attempted to lick her hands, which she avoided, since their rough tongues could take the skin off her.

Desari shoved into the bus past the large man and stopped, wide-eyed and shocked. Thank God youre all right, Rusti. I never would have told you to come in here alone if I had remembered the cats.

That is not something you should ever forget.

Darius delivered the reprimand in a soft whip of velvet straight into his sisters mind, using their familiar mental pathway. Desari winced but made no protest, aware her brother was right.

They seem quite tame, Rusti ventured hesitantly, touching first one spotted feline head and then the other. The slight trembling of her hands betrayed her nervousnessof the man, not the leopards.