Immortals After Dark 04 - Wicked Deeds on a Winters Night

done?”
    “Canna say.” He was silent for a few moments, then added, “Think you’re the bravest lass I’ve ever seen. Though I doona care for your using magick against me so readily. Do you enjoy it?”
    She seemed to mull this for a moment, then raised her brows. “I do. Besides, I think you need someone to threaten you now and again. To remind the great and powerful Lykae that you’re not so unbeatable.”
    “Aye, I do.” He clasped her hand in his. “Sign on.”
    She pulled out of his grasp. “I don’t do temp jobs. And that’s all you’re offering.”
    Actually, he’d been reevaluating that stance all morning...
    On the trail, she’d never once complained or asked them to slow down, though he could see she was working hard to keep up with inexhaustible immortals. She obviously appreciated that these people were helping her when they didn’t have to.
    Besides having a bold heart, she made friends handily, with strong bonds. And she seemed to look at everything with wonder and curiosity. He’d noticed that she’d longed to stop several times to investigate some intriguing sight or another. Had it been only the two of them together, with no time limit, he’d have patiently followed as she explored. He knew that some of her wonder was due to her young age, but he believed she’d never grow out of it completely.
    Today he’d learned that she didn’t proffer blood sacrifices at an altar—always a gratifying detail to learn about a potential mate.
    Not to mention that the witch looked like she’d been plucked from his most fevered fantasy of a woman. Hell, she was a waking wet dream.
    As if to illustrate his thoughts at that moment, she paused to wind up her hair and knead her neck. Each time she did this, he tensed in anticipation, rubbing his palm over his mouth, knowing she was about to draw up her shirt to wipe sweat from her brow. Once again she did, displaying for him the delicate marking at her back. Just below it, he spied the low edge of her black silk panties, which were visible enough for him to know she wore a thong—even if he hadn’t picked it out this morning.
    And with that teasing hint of a sight came an unwelcome realization. He was going to traverse the country of Guatemala with a raging cockstand the entire way.
    Unless he could get her to relieve him of it.
    When they began ascending a particularly steep trail, and she seemed to be flagging, he decided to cup her arse and push her up. Just as he reached for her, she said, “A fine way to lose a paw, MacRieve.”
    He grinned. “I have, and I doona recommend it.”
    “Then try keeping them to yourself.”
    Once they’d arrived at the trailhead, they came across a picturesque gorge. A slow-moving river flowed into terraced, limestone waterfalls. The water was aqua blue and clear.
    Mariketa gasped at the sight, then turned to Rydstrom. “Can we stop here?”
    He shook his head. “We need to keep going. You still have to make that call in time.”
    She looked so crestfallen, glancing out over the murky jungle they’d just emerged from, that Bowe found himself telling Rydstrom, “I need to boil water for her for the rest of the day anyway.” He surveyed the area but found no dry wood, nor dry ground for that matter. He’d have to go back down into the forest. He scanned for Cade, and when Bowe didn’t scent or see him or Tierney, he told Mariketa, “You’ve as long here as it takes for me to get your water ready.”
    She smiled brightly—the first real smile she’d ever cast his way.
    Oh, bloody hell. She had a bewitching smile. Aye, no shite.
    Then she dashed to the water’s edge, raising her face to the sun. For three weeks she hadn’t felt that light. Because of him. Trying to shake off his regret, he approached Tera. “I’m going to dry ground to make a fire, and I... I would ask you to keep an eye on Mariketa.”
    “I’ll do it, but not as a favor to you,” Tera answered shortly. Bowe had noticed the archers weren’t as irate with him since they’d heard he hadn’t meant to trap them so long. But they weren’t eager to be buddies with a Lykae either.
    He dropped his pack. “Her towel and belongings are in there if she needs anything.” Then he lowered his voice. “But you canna let the witch go anywhere else. Just have her stay by the water. And doona let her touch anything. She’ll likely get curious about something and wander off, so you canna take your eyes—”
    “Lykae, enough! I