Bayou Shadow Hunter. Debbie Herbert

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      She shook her head and backed away. This wasn’t her battle. “No. Sorry. I don’t want to get involved.”

      Tombi glared at her, and his full lips compressed to a tight line. Evidently, he was a man used to getting his own way.

      Too bad.

      * * *

      Stubborn woman.

      Tombi took a deep breath to calm his temper. Somehow, he had to convince this slip of a girl to help him. Maybe... His gaze dropped to her lips. Those lips that had unexpectedly kissed him last night. Annie felt the attraction between them. He could use that to his advantage. Tombi slid his palms down her arms and urged her forward. So close their bodies almost touched.

      Her brown eyes widened and darkened into black pools of desire. She raised her hands and placed them against his chest. Yes, this might be so easy. So pleasurable.

      Later, he couldn’t say who moved first. All he knew was that their lips met and their hands explored one another. Her fingers traced the bulge of his biceps, then kneaded the muscles along his spine.

      Tombi stroked the thin shoulder blades on her back, ran his calloused fingers through her soft curls. She was so petite, so delicate. Fragile enough he wondered if it might hurt her should he release his full passion.

      A tiny, whimpering moan cut through his reservations. She wanted him. Tombi lowered his hands until they cupped her ass. That cute ass that he’d watched walk away last night and that he’d pictured ever since. He squeezed, letting Annie feel his desire press against her core.

      She moaned again. Or was that him this time? It didn’t matter.

      “Stop.” Annie stepped out of his embrace and hugged her belly. “Sorry. It’s just...this is too fast. I barely know you.”

      He stared at her, willing his heartbeat to slow and his brain to catch up to her words. “It’s okay,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I understand.”

      “Thank you,” she whispered, turning and making her way down the path.

      Tombi shook his head to clear it. He was supposed to use their attraction to convince her to work with him. Somehow, he’d lost control, and Annie was slipping away from him once more. He couldn’t let that happen. He—rather, his people—needed her skill in communicating with the shilup, the human spirits that wandered the land of the ghosts. Bo’s spirit had been captured by the wisps, and remembering the plight of his trapped friend cooled his fever.

      “Wait,” he called to Annie’s retreating figure.

      She turned and gazed at him expectantly.

      What could he offer her? This was his fight. Not hers. She was right to not get involved. Yet, Nalusa grew stronger every day, and they were desperate to stop his spread of power in Bayou La Siryna. Just last week, Nalusa had gone farther away from the swamp and invaded the heart and mind of one of his hunters while he was asleep in his own bed. Marcus had even entertained thoughts of suicide but wisely had called Tombi for help, recognizing that Nalusa was at the root of his despair.

      Tombi scrambled to recall the bits and pieces of conversation with Annie, searching for an angle. He remembered her troubled face as she mentioned hearing other people’s auras.

      “What if I could help you?”

      Her lips twisted with suspicion. “Help me with what?”

      He approached Annie, confident of victory. “You want to control your sense of hearing. Correct?”

      Her body and eyes lit up. “Really? You can help with that?”

      “Really. You told me how surprised you were when we first met because you couldn’t detect any sound from my aura.”

      “I remember.”

      “That’s because I control my energy field most of the time. I can teach you to do the same.”

      “And that will help me block unwanted sound?”

      He had no idea. But it seemed logical. “Absolutely,” he said with conviction.

      “And if I help you, you promise to protect me?”

      “I do.”

      Annie looked down to the ground, and Tombi held his breath, awaiting her answer.

      “I’m in,” she said in a rush.

       Chapter 3

      What had she gotten herself into? She wanted a normal life, but what good was that if she was killed in the process? But she had to try. She had to trust that Tombi would protect her.

      Grandma Tia had been no help, and no matter how many spells and strips of paper she burned under the full moon, nothing changed. If anything, her hearing grew stronger, more disruptive.

      Tombi nodded. “Great. We begin now.”

      Hope bubbled through her like uncorked champagne on New Year’s Eve. She was about to start a new life. Do all those things she’d longed to do: get a real job, be around people and relate normally. Simple acts most people took for granted.

      He turned and beckoned her to follow.

      “Where are we going?” she asked happily. No waiting for the full moon this time. Hope had arisen right here in the midafternoon sunshine. “Is there a special place for a spell? Like an energy vortex or something?” She hurried along the path.

      He shot an incredulous look over his shoulder. “What are you babbling about?”

      “I’m curious how you’re going to do this. I think Grandma Tia never helped me because she didn’t know how, though she would never admit it.”

      “We aren’t casting any spells.”

      “Are you taking me to a special healer, then? Like a shaman?”

      He sighed loudly and planted his feet so abruptly she plowed into his back.

      He turned and steadied her. “We’re going to my camp, so you can meet the other hunters. I want to know who that betrayer is. If there is one.”

      Annie’s eyes narrowed. “So, you won’t help me until I help you first.”

      “That’s right.”

      Worry quickly overcame her frustration. “But what if I can’t pick up anything from them?”

      “You will,” he said confidently. “I’m the best in the group at controlling my energy, yet you picked up the drumming.”

      “But it was only a drumming sound. Nothing good or bad about it,” she protested.

      “True, but it picked up something of my nature. A primitive beat passed down through my ancestry.”

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