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It was dangerous to care about him. To feelanythingfor him.
I fastened the bandage and stepped back to inspect my work. He looked at his ghostly reflection in the mirror.
“Damn cold in here,” he mused.
When the train jolted on the tracks, he stumbled forward and caught himself on the sink. He didn’t look like he was going to stay upright much longer. I held his elbow and helped him lie down on his berth.
“Not going to pass out?” My voice didn’t have much bite in it.
He mustered enough strength for a sarcastic smile. “God, maybe I will. This berth is comfortable. And look, two pillows.”
“Hell no,” I muttered. “I recognize a trap when I see one.”
He laughed. “Good night, Ardis.”
I escaped into the bathroom, locked the door, and splashed my face with cold water. Gasping, I stared at myself in the mirror. I could do this. I could last until Vienna without surrendering to this forbidden temptation.
The train rattled further into the forest and deeper into the gathering night. I rested in my berth while Wendel slept. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his body looked like fine marble in the moonlight.
He had tossed off his blankets despite the chill. Was he feverish?
In the back of my mind, a thought lingered like a primitive fear. Don’t close your eyes with a necromancer nearby.
Exhaustion muddled my thoughts. My eyelids drifted lower.
“Ardis.”
A screeching hurt my ears.
“Ardis!”
I jolted upright. Fully awake.
Wendel stood by the window, the curtains clenched in his fist. The screeching had to be the train’s brakes. I jumped down to the floor.
The train lurched to a halt. I stumbled. He caught my arm to steady me, but momentum flung us both into his berth. He fell onto his back with me straddling him. His eyes darkened, his pupils blown.
Oh, God.
Heat rushed through my body. He was rightthere between my thighs. His cock began to harden beneath me in an instant.
Oh,God. He was bigger than I expected, and I fought the urge to rock my hips.
“Ardis,” he rasped.
I leapt off him as if scalded. “Sorry!”
He cleared his throat, though he still sounded hoarse. “I’ll live.”
I might die of mortification first.
“What happened?” I remembered how to breathe. “Why did we stop?”
He looked out the window, where moonlight poured over the forest. “We must have found one of the holes in the Hex.”
“Holes? I thought those didn’t exist.”
He smiled thinly. “Ah, but I heard gunshots.”
