She was a little disappointed. She was so aroused she could have stripped his clothes off right there if she could hide them from prying eyes.
It is possible. I could take you into the corner and make it so no one would see us, but I prefer to have you stretched out under me for a long time, showing you how I feel.
It was possible? Yikes. Um. I think that was a “be careful for what you wish for” moment. I like the idea of being stretched out under you and lots of time. Just the thought sent a very pleasant pulse through her sex.
The music stopped and then started again into a fast number. Andre immediately moved her through the crowd back toward the table. This time, he kept her in front of him, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, locking her to him. Once again, something in his eyes and the set of his jaw had the crowd parting. He did it smoothly, yet he didn’t use his ability to “push” anyone to move—they just did.
He held her chair for her, but his gaze swept the room while he did it. Teagan sank into the seat and picked up her water glass. Both of the glasses holding alcohol were empty, as if they had already drank them. She knew Andre had done that, a slow lowering of the liquid, but she wasn’t certain how.
“I will be back shortly,” he murmured.
She blinked and he was already gone. Instantly she was uneasy. He moved with fluid grace through the crush of people and tables. She sat back and observed him. He was beautiful, and she wasn’t the only woman in the room to think so. He walked right up to an older man who was sporting a full beard and wore rough clothes. He looked like he lived on the mountain and had for most of his life.
Andre clapped him on the back as if they were old friends. The bearded man turned to him and smiled, and they began an animated conversation. After a few minutes, Andre left the mountain man with a new drink and wandered over to a well-dressed man sitting at a table with a dark-haired woman—a woman whose eyes devoured Andre.
Teagan studied the woman. Curvy. Of course. As in lots of curves. She bit her lip. The woman looked confident and she was definitely trying to draw Andre’s attention as he talked with her man. She leaned close, fiddled with her hair and showed cleavage. There weren’t that many women in the room showing cleavage. It wasn’t that kind of a bar. She had gone from looking seriously bored to animated the moment Andre approached their table.
She knew Andre was aware of the way the woman flirted, but he didn’t pay attention. He spoke only to the man, looking friendly, acting like they were good friends. Again he bought drinks for the table and wandered away. The dark-haired woman looked miffed, and Teagan took a sip of water to hide her smile.
Andre’s head turned and he looked right at her and smiled that slow, sexy smile that sent fire racing through her veins. She loved her man. He made her feel like the only woman in the room.
Are you all right?
Absolutely. Do your thing.
She loved that she could talk to him telepathically. She could get used to some of the perks of being Carpathian. It was really, really nice that he took the time to check on her. She sent him a smile and gave a little wave of her fingers indicating he should get on with whatever he was doing.
Planting information in their heads. The missing women, how they were all last seen with Jashari and his boys. Possible locations of bodies. They will not be able to stop thinking about it and they will find those bodies.
Her heart stuttered and she pulled out of his mind abruptly. She drew in her breath and looked down at the table, pretending interest in the pattern of the wood. Andre knew where the bodies were, she was absolutely certain of it. She caught that information in his mind. He was giving that to those men. How could he know where the bodies were? How? She didn’t know. Only Armend and his friends knew.
Oh God. What had she been thinking? How could he possibly know that? There was no way, not if he found Armend dead. He would have to know him. Know his friends. Dread filled her. Fear. She wanted to jump up and run out of the bar, but she didn’t know where she would go or who she would trust. She could make her way to the ladies room and hope there was cell phone service. She could call her grandmother again and alert her to the fact that she was in danger. She hadn’t told Grandma Trixie that Armend had sick friends.
Teagan. What is it?
Andre’s voice slipped inside, right under her skin. Usually that silk and velvet, rough and sensual and so beautiful voice could calm her churning stomach and keep fear at bay, but the knots tightened and a sense of dread filled her.
How could you know where the bodies are? Stupid. She’d tipped him off that she knew. Her fingers clenched the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. You knew him. How else could you know?
I did not know him. He was alive when I got to him. We can discuss this when we are alone. I have one more person to talk to.
You lied to me. You said wolves killed him.
Wolves did kill him.
So go talk to your man so we can get out of here.
Are you good?
Yes. And that was a lie. She wanted to go home. To the comfort of her grandmother and sisters. The familiar. She didn’t want to be Carpathian, flying through the sky in the form of an owl, no matter how cool it was. She just wanted to feel safe again, and she didn’t feel that way.
She didn’t know what to think. She bit down on her lip, trying to figure out why she felt so scared inside. She had deliberately touched Andre’s mind again while he talked to her and he believed what he was saying. He sounded honest. He felt honest. He was always gentle and sweet with her—but—he had taken away her choices. Still, he could have killed her anytime he wanted. She really didn’t believe he was a straight up killer. Maybe he’d had to defend himself against Armend. Maybe he’d really stumbled on the aftermath of the attack by wolves and tried to help him. She’d just panicked as usual. Still. That horrible feeling in her stomach persisted.