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Her eyes slit. “I’m betting the bounty on you was worth a hell of a lot more.” And she hadn’t taken it. Because she was the crazy one, obviously.
“Oh, and just what am I going for these days?” Not worry in that deep voice. Not even a hint of concern.
Jana sucked in a deep breath. Then another. Then she tried counting to ten. No, that didn’t work. She was still pissed. “Let me go,” she told him quietly. “If you don’t, it will be the worst mistake you ever make.” Probably the last, too.
Now he did glance at her, and his smile was icy. “No, trust me, it won’t be?—”
Then a semi plowed into the side of his flashy little car. The world spun, glass crunched, and Jana screamed.
* * *
“Just cut off his damn hand.”
The words drifted through Zane’s mind, easing past the fog, just as he felt something sharp press against his wrist.
Cut off his damn hand.
Oh, the hell, no. His eyelids flew up, and his eyes locked on the dumb punk who had a knife in his fist, a knife that was pressed against Zane’s flesh. “Don’t even think about it,” Zane growled.
The punk flinched, and his head flew up, revealing wide, bloodshot eyes.
“Do it, Ron!” The scream of someone who was gonna pay—the other idiot, the one who was holding Zane down on the hard pavement. No, the one who thought he was holding him down. Zane lunged up and sent the fool flying.
The man with the knife, Ron, scrambled back. “No, shit, we just want her.”
Her. Jana. Zane’s gaze cut to the left. She was beside him on the pavement. Since they were still bound by the cuffs, his move had jerked her up. But her eyes hadn’t opened, and she swayed, looking like a broken doll. She was pale, so pale. Her hair concealed half of her face, and her head tipped forward.
“Take off the cuffs, man,” their would-be knifer said. “Just take ’em off and walk away.”
Zane blinked. “She’s my bounty.” Was this prick really trying to steal her from him?
A soft snick reached his ears. The other idiot was back. Only this time, he had a gun. One that was cocked and ready. His red hair stuck out from his head in thick patches, and his eyes—small and dark—were locked on Zane. “What she is,” the attacker said, “is a nightmare you don’t want.”
A soft moan spilled past the nightmare’s lips.
“Aw, shit, man, she’s waking up,” Ron muttered.
“Hit her.” A fast order from the gunman.
Ron pulled his fist back and got ready to take that punch.
The fuck no.
Zane let the beast out. One thought, just one, and he had the asshole with the knife flying back through the air and thudding into the redhead with the gun.
The gun fired, the bullet went wide, and Zane scooped up Jana. He held her cradled against his chest, barely feeling her weight.
They were still in the road. A deserted road at three a.m., and his car was a wreck near the broken light post.
A trap. Two in one night?
But, no, this trap hadn’t been for him this time. For her.
“Jesus, he’s one of them!” the redhead yelled and that gun came up again. Zane pulled his power close, got ready to?—
A line of fire flew at the gunman. He swore and stumbled back, dropping the gun.
“Run,” Jana whispered in his ear, and he realized the woman was awake—had been awake that whole time. So good at playing weak. Had she just been planning to lie there and let the jerks cut off his hand? Probably. That would have made it easier for her to get away.
