"Why am I the only one hitching a ride?" When he ran his fingers through his hair, she said, "What? Tell me."
"The moon is full this eve."
"Oh." Of course she'd noticed, but she hadn't thought the ramifications could be this dire until she'd seen his expression just now. Oh, hell.
"I've been debating the best way to get you out of my reach. If I run from you, I leave you vulnerable. If I stay with you... " He trailed off.
"You look like the apocalypse has arrived. Is it really so dangerous?"
Instead of reassuring her, he nodded. "Aye. I lose control over myself, and the difference between us in strength is just too vast. If given free leave to take you, I'd rend you in two."
She swallowed. "What exactly do you turn into, MacRieve? Describe it to me."
He answered, "The Lykae call it saorachadh ainmhidh bho a cliabhan - letting the beast out of its cage. My face will change, becoming a cross between lupine and human. My body grows larger, taller. My strength increases exponentially."
"I've seen the fangs and claws."
"Sharper and longer. And flickering over me will be an image of the beast inside me. It is... harrowing to those not of my kind."
"What would you do to me?"
He looked away. "I'd take you in the dirt like an animal. I'd mark your body with my fangs, and even after the bite healed, Lykae could still see it forever and know you'd been claimed." He rubbed his hand over his mouth, as if imagining it even then. "What does your gut feeling tell you to do with me?" he asked, facing her again. "Take away everything else - what do you sense?"
She thought for a moment, trying to digest what he'd just told her. She'd known Lykae bit and scratched each other during sex. But she'd never imagined that Bowen would want to sink his fangs in her skin, marking her forever - or that he'd lose control over himself so totally. "Honestly, I have no idea. But I could ask the mirror what to do."
He clenched his jaw, clearly struggling with the idea. "What can it tell you?" he finally said.
"I usually only get cursory answers. Classic oracular."
He hesitated for long moments, the conflict within him clear on his face. "Ask it, then. Would it be more dangerous to escape me - or to remain within my reach?"
38
Mari was out of breath, griping to herself, and pissed that because Bowen was going to get moon-ass-crazy, she had to do the jungle by herself, basically running for her life and all that.
And he was sprinting in the opposite direction. But if she didn't find civilization and some manner of vehicle for speedy travel, it wouldn't matter. He'd told her he could cover hundreds upon hundreds of miles to get to her on a night like this.
At a small stream, she knelt down to catch her breath and splash her face with water, careful not to drink any of it. As she unwound her canteen to knead her neck, she thought that if she could just get to a town, she could escape him and enjoy a hot shower for the first time in a month. Breakfast in the morning would be hot and waffly.
She froze when she thought she heard movement in a nearby copse of trees, then scanned the area. Probably just an animal. They tended to be in jungles. She turned back to the stream -
"Put your hands on your head."
Not an animal. As she slowly stood and turned, she recognized that these weren't locals. These were bad guys, three of them with machine guns aimed at her face.
In her present mood that equaled: Why, I believe I'll turn them into frogs! Just as she reached for the mirror in her pocket, they cocked their weapons.
The oldest man was clearly the leader, and his tone was deadly when he said, "Your hands on your head - or I'll put a bullet into it." He didn't have a thick accent. These must be the international narco-terrorists, the ones who made the cartel look mild. So much for the mirror's judgment.
Unless this was still better than Bowen.
Before she could even get close to working a spell, one soldier had a gun barrel shoved against her temple. She'd thought it would be cold, but it was uncomfortably warm.
Fear shivered through her, and she raised her hands. As the soldier bound them behind her with plastic ties like the ones the NOPD used, she said, "You have no idea what a mistake you're making - there are people who will be a shade irate about this abduction."
"We have never heard that from a hostage," the second soldier said as they started away. With a rough grip on her upper arm, he hauled her from the water, yanking her uphill and then down the next rise. She struggled against him, trying to think of some way to convince them to free her.
"For all you know, I could be CIA or DEA," she said when she heard an engine idling. Their vehicle was near - which meant the road had been close.
"Too young," the first lackey said. "You look like a lost environmentalist."
When they arrived at their army green truck, she resisted getting in the back. "Why haven't you asked me about my information?" she demanded. The man simply shoved her up into the truck bed, banging her knee so hard her eyes watered.
"Why would we?" the leader asked in an unctuous tone.
Her brows drew together as everything became clear. They weren't going to ransom her - at least, not at first. They were going to keep her. The thought made her retch into her mouth. She had to get her hands free.
Once the truck started down rutted roads, she determined that they were taking her right back in MacRieve's direction. "Listen to me, the only way you are going to live through the night is to release me this instant." She could already see the moon faint but full in the daytime sky. A portentous reminder. "You can't even conceive of what you're bringing down on yourself." They ignored her, having no idea that they were basically dragging bait back to their base.