made a tsking sound as she came out and saw him. “Stop messing with it.” She used a warm, wet washcloth to clean around the wound.
“Lilian, I’m fine. It’ll heal. There won’t even be a scar in a couple of days.” He watched her as she fussed over him.
She looked at him and he could see the worry in her eyes.
“What if it gets infected?”
“Unless the wound was made with silver, it won’t get infected. We’re hard to kill.” Matthias smiled at her, but sobered to ask, “Are you all right? Did they hurt you?”
Lilian shook her head and looked away to finish cleaning the blood from the wound.
“I’m fine. They didn’t get the chance to do anything.”
“You can’t stay here.” Matthias reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his cellphone. “They know where to find you and it’s hardly safe here.”
“I won’t be safe anywhere. They’ll just track me down and try again.”
He dialed his phone and lifted it to his ear, giving her a frown. “I know of one place.”
She looked at him and shook her head. “Oh, no. I won’t go to your place.”
Lilian stood, but he grabbed her wrist. He spoke into his phone, in Roman Latin, the language of his people, and soon hung up.
“What did you just do?” she asked.
“Called for a ride. I know how much you dislike my motorcycle, so I called for the truck.”
“I’m not going home with you, Matthias.”
“Yes, you are.”
Matthias watched as her cheeks went pink with her growing anger and her silver eyes darkened to a stormy gray. Did she know how desirable she was when she looked like that?
“Like hell I am!” She tugged her wrist free from his grasp.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked. “If you’re worried I’ll try something, well, I probably will, but we won’t be alone. I have my pack there. If it’ll make you feel any better, you can have a chaperone.”
Lilian narrowed her eyes at him.
“Honest. I have family. My mother.”
Her eyes flared open wide. “And here I thought you crawled out from under a rock.”
“Funny.”
She smiled. “I thought so and the answer’s still no.”
His acute sense of hearing picked up the sound of the truck engine as it pulled up. Matthias stood up, grabbed his shirt, and walked to the door. When he opened it, he turned back to look at her. She was standing where he left her, frowning.
“Come here,” he said. He kept his voice soft and gentle.
“Why?” She stared at him with suspicion.
“You have to lock the door behind me,” he said as he quirked a brow at her.
Lilian scowled as she walked over to him and the door.
“Do I get a kiss good night?” he asked.
She pointed outside. “Go. Goodbye and good riddance.”
Matthias smiled. Before she could react, he had a hold of her arm, jerked her toward him as he bent down, and tossed her over his shoulder. Lilian shrieked with anger as she beat on his back with her fists and kicked her legs out. He gave her a swat on her upturned butt, sharp enough to sting, and carried her out to the waiting truck.
Tiberius climbed out of the truck with a grin on his face. All of a sudden, he went flying away from the truck. He snarled in anger and surprise as he hit the pavement hard.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Matthias said to her, his voice calm with a bit of male amusement. “You could have done this the easy way and just came with me. Oh, no. You had to be stubborn and willful. Now I’m kidnapping you.”
He opened the passenger door as Tiberius was getting to his feet. Although he was glad she hadn’t tried to use her abilities on him, he was sure it was because she might have hurt herself in the process. Tiberius had made a better target.
“What the hell?” Tiberius demanded.
“Explanations later,” Matthias replied. “Let’s just get back home.”
Lilian renewed her struggling as Matthias tried to put her into the truck.
“Let me go! Put me down, Matthias! I’m going to report you to the police! Kidnapping!” she screamed.
Tiberius shook his head. “You are your father’s son, my brother.”
Matthias chuckled. “It’s the Roman DNA.”
Matthias waited until Tiberius got back into the truck, behind the steering wheel and tossed Lilian in beside him. He quickly followed, sliding in so she was trapped between the two men.
As the truck drove away, she remained silent, fuming. Again, he was grateful she didn’t try to use her abilities.
* * * *
He watched as the wounded male carried Lilian out of the motel room. He was very careful to remain in the shadows, to keep his thoughts centered and normal, in case she tried to scan the area. She hadn’t wanted to go, he saw, but had little choice.
Of course, this meant getting to her would be much more difficult with the shape-shifter involved. He’d have to wait and see how this ended up and how he could get close to her.
He had little time, as did she.
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