“Really?” Mischief danced for a moment in the woman’s green eyes, and she shoved the bigger cat away. “I didn’t realize. Sorry.” She didn’t sound sorry; she sounded as if she was making fun of him.
Somehow Darius knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this woman’s life would be tied to his for all eternity. He had found what Desari’s new partner, Julian Savage, called his lifemate. He allowed burning desire for her to flare briefly in his eyes and was satisfied when she stepped back again. “They are not tame,” he repeated. “They could tear apart anyone entering this bus. How is it you are able to be with them safely?” he demanded, his voice deep and compelling, that of a man obviously accustomed to instant obedience.
Rusti’s teeth scraped across her lower lip, betraying her nervousness, but her chin went up defiantly. “Look, if you don’t want me here, it’s no big deal. We haven’t signed a contract or anything. I’ll get my tools and leave.” She took a step toward the door, but the man was a solid wall, blocking her way. She glanced behind her, judging the distance to the rear door, wondering if she could make it before he pounced. Somehow she was afraid that running would trigger his own predatory instincts.
“Darius,” Desari objected gently, laying a placating hand on his arm.
He didn’t so much as turn his head, his black eyes remaining on Rusti’s face. “Leave us,” he ordered his sister, his voice soft and menacing. Even the cats grew uneasy, pushing close to the red-haired woman whose green eyes flashed like jewels.
This man called Darius frightened Rusti in a way no one else ever had. There was stark possessiveness in his eyes, a sensual cruelty around his beautiful mouth, an intensity burning in him that she had never witnessed before. She watched her only ally desert her as Desari reluctantly obeyed her brother, leaving the luxurious touring bus.
“I asked you a question,” he said softly.
His voice sent butterfly wings brushing at her stomach. It was a black-velvet weapon, a sorcerer’s tool, and it sent heat curling unexpectedly through her body. She felt the color creeping up her neck and into her face. “Does everyone do everything you say?”
He waited, as still as a leopard poised to pounce, his unblinking eyes fixed on her face. She felt a strange compulsion to answer him, to reveal the truth. The urge beat at her head until she rubbed her temples in protest. Then she sighed, shook her head, and even attempted a smile. “Look, I’m not certain who you are, other than Desari’s brother, but I think we’ve both made a mistake. I saw the ad for a mechanic and thought this job would be something I’d like, traveling with your band around the country.” She shrugged carelessly. “It doesn’t matter. I can just as easily move on.”
Darius studied her face. She was lying to him. She needed the job. She was hungry but too proud to say anything. She covered her desperation well, but she needed work. Yet not once did her green eyes waver from his black stare, and her entire body bespoke defiance.
He moved then, gliding close to her so fast that she didn’t have a chance to run. He could hear her heart pound, hear the rush of blood, of life, through her veins. His gaze rested on the pulse beating so frantically in her neck. “I think this job will suit you perfectly. What is your real name?”
He was too close, too big, too intimidating and powerful. Up close she could feel the heat radiating from his body, the magnetism he exuded. He wasn’t touching her, but she felt the warmth of his skin against hers all the same. She had an urge to run as fast and as far as she could.
“Everyone calls me Rusti.” She sounded defiant even to her own ears.
He smiled in an infuriatingly male way that told her he knew she was afraid of him. The smile did nothing to warm the black ice of his eyes. He bent his head slowly toward her until she could feel his breath against her neck. Her skin tingled in anticipation. Every cell in her body went on alert, screaming a warning.
“I asked you what your name is,” he whispered into her pulse.
Rusti took a deep breath and made herself remain perfectly still, unflinching. If they were playing a game, she was not going to make a wrong move. “My name is Tempest Trine. But everyone calls me Rusti.”
His white teeth flashed again. He looked like a hungry predator eyeing its prey. “Tempest. It suits you. I am Darius. I am the guardian of this troupe. What I say goes. Obviously you’ve made the acquaintance of my younger sister, Desari. Have you met the others?” He felt an unfamiliar rage rip through him at the mere thought of any of the other men around her. And in that moment he knew that until he made Tempest his, he was extremely dangerous, not only to mortals but to his own kind as well. In all his centuries of existence, even in the early years, when joy and pain still existed for him, he had never experienced such jealousy, possessiveness, or any other emotion remotely like it. He had not known what rage felt like until that moment. It was sobering to realize just how much power this small human woman wielded.
Rusti shook her head. She edged away from his intensity, from the way he made her heart pound in alarm, glancing frantically at the rear door. But Darius was too close for her to make good her escape. So she looked to the big cats, then focused and aimed her thoughts at them, a talent she had had since birth, though one she would never admit aloud.
The smaller of the two leopards, the one with the lighter coat, moved between her and Darius and showed her teeth in a warning snarl. Darius reached down and laid a calming hand on the cat’s head.
Be still, fade friend. I would not harm this one. She seeks to leave us. I feel it in her mind. I cannot allow such a thing. You would not wish it either.
At once the cat moved to position itself in front of the rear door, leaving Rusti no chance of escape. “Traitor,” she hissed at the leopard under her breath, forgetting herself.
Darius rubbed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully.
“You are an unusual woman. You communicated silently with the animals?”
She looked guilty, ducking her head, her eyes shirting away from him as she pressed the back of her hand to her soft, trembling mouth. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. If anyone’s communicating with the animals, it’s you. The cat’s in front of the door. Not only everyone but everything obeys you, huh?”
He nodded slowly. “Everyone in my domain, and that now includes you. You are not to leave. We need you as much as you need us. Did Desari assign you a place to sleep?” He felt not only her hunger but also her fatigue. It beat at him, inside him, so that his every protective male instinct roared to life.
Rusti stared up at him, measuring her options. Somewhere deep inside herself, she knew that Darius had taken away her choices. He would not allow her to leave. She saw that in the merciless line of his mouth, the implacable resolve stamped on his features, and his soulless black eyes. She could pretend if she wanted to, leave it unspoken between them, not challenge him. Power clung to him like a second skin. She had been in dangerous situations before, but this felt entirely different. She wanted to run... and she wanted to stay.
Darius reached out and tipped up her chin with two fingers so that he could stare directly into her green eyes. Two fingers. That was all. But it felt as if he had put chains on her, bound them together in some inexplicable manner. She felt the impact of his gaze burning into her, branding her as his.
The tip of her tongue nervously moistened her full lower lip. Darius’s body clenched in hot, hard, urgent demand. “You are not going to run, Tempest. Do not think you can get away. You need the job. We need you with us. Just follow the rules.”