Tut's Trumpet by Allie Burton

Author:Allie Burton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Alice Fairbanks-Burton
Published: 2015-03-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Aria

Falcon and I arrived at the empty warehouse after midnight. The quietness of the place contrasted with the noise of the street. Travel through San Francisco, even on top of a bus, was dangerous.

The image of a Molotov cocktail being thrown into a building, causing the building to explode, burst in my mind, causing throbbing in my head and my heart. The damage in the city would be monumental.

“Can you help me with this?” Falcon emerged from the bathroom, carrying a white box with a red cross on it. “I’ve got medical training, but I can’t reach a few places on my back.”

The mention of his back brought a sharp reminder of the distress I’d caused him and an even sharper desire. “Where’s the trumpet?”

“I put it away. Somewhere safe.” He pulled his torn shirt over his head, showing his ripped abs. Turning, he presented his sculpted back muscles with deep jagged scratches. “Do you mind?”

I licked my dry lips. No, I didn’t mind at all.

“Aria?” He held out the First Aid kit.

The scratches marred the perfect skin on his back. I shook myself out of the desirous daze. He meant help him take care of his injuries. He was wounded, and I was focusing on my attraction. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Trying to stop the fighting in the streets. Protecting the innocent.”

Oh, yeah. Because of me, the words taunted. Innocent people were being hurt because I’d played the trumpet. The rest of Falcon’s Soul Warriors were in danger because of me. More people Falcon cared about could be injured. Because of me.

“Aria?” He glanced over his shoulder with raised eyebrows.

I was the only one around to help Falcon. Sweat formed between my fingers. After our kiss and our closeness, nerves attacked as I was about to touch him in such an intimate way. A new desire—a human desire—tugged. I took the First Aid kit from him and opened it. “Why? Is helping the police part of your job?”

He’d said something about fighting for goodness and light while we’d traveled on the bus. What did that mean?

“It’s our calling.” The serious-determined expression showed his conviction. “We vowed to serve for goodness and light and love.”

The edges of my heart softened. Their cause sounded noble and romantic. Or was that because I heard the slogan through a haze of desire?

He reached over his shoulder to point. “Rub a little antibiotic anointment on the cuts and scratches.”

Staring at his bare back, I lectured myself. I had to keep it together and keep my mind on the task. “Some of these scratches are bad.”

I squirted ointment onto my fingers and placed my hand against his back. His muscles tensed at my touch. Were my fingers cold or did he feel this energy passing between us?

“I was surprised by a guy in an alley while trying to locate you.” He said it so matter-of-factly, as if being attacked was an everyday occurrence. “Having the trumpet case banging against my back made the injuries worse.”

My tummy turned, imagining his discomfort.

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