Touch of Darkness by Christina Dodd

Author:Christina Dodd [Dodd, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fiction, Romance, General, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Paranormal, Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Blessings and Curses
ISBN: 9780451221841
Google: ACLXeoS-E4MC
Amazon: 0451221842
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2006-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Tasya pulled herself together; she didn't think Rurik noticed her small panic attack in front of the tapestry. He didn't say anything, anyway. Instead he briskly arranged their travel schedule.Rent a car. Drive it to Vienna. Arrive in the late afternoon. Wait four hours for the night train from Vienna to the town of Capraru in Ruyshvania. Shop while they wait.

By the time Tasya settled in the private compartment on the night train, she had a whole new persona. She wore makeup, an expensive pair of jeans, black boots, and a white button-up shirt belted at the waist. The entire studiedly casual ensemble cost more than her camera, and the conductor on the train had bowed and scraped as he saw them to their car.

What did she expect? This was Europe. They wor-shipped fashion.

Although Rurik had also bought a new shirt, he still wore that long leather duster.

He said he liked it because it gave him anonymity.

She thought he liked it because it hid the variety Of weapons she now knew he carried.

As they pulled out of the station, he said, "I'm going to walk the train. Do you want anything?"

"Walk the train. Is that a euphemism for look for trouble?" He didn't answer, nor did he invite her to come along. She'd already figured out he liked to patrol on his own.

"A glass of wine would be nice," she said. "Maybe even a bottle."

He put his hands on either side of her, leaned down close. "The tension gets to you after a while, doesn't it?"

The tension? It wasn't the tension that had got to her. It was their destination. She couldn't believe . . . well, of course, she could. No one knew better that fate was a bitch who always demanded payment.

Rather than answer him, Tasya placed her hand on his cheek and kissed his mouth. "Be careful."

"Always." He kissed her back, his lips lingering, then straightened. "And you lock the door behind me."

She did. She took the opportunity of privacy to shower in their tiny private bathroom and, with a sigh, put her clothes back on sans belt.

Usually she liked to travel, and travel light. But it seemed every leg of this trip involved another disguise—and another revelation. She wanted noth-ing more than to go home to, the States, to her spare apartment, and veg out on the couch, television blar- ing, remote control in hand, and try to remember who she was.

Or was that—who she had taught herself to be? When she came out, clean and damp, Rurik was back in the room. Their dinner waited on the miniature drop-down table covered with a white table- cloth, the requested bottle of wine uncorked and breathing.

At the sight of her, his brandy-colored eyes warmed as if heated by a flame.

Oh, yes. The man had plans. Plans to torment her some more? Plans to make her the happiest woman in the world?

How did she feel about that? She didn't know. If he was less intense ... if this train were headed somewhere else .

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