man eating the same food. She mimicked him and picked the hamburger up with both hands. She took a bite and her cheeks heated when she moaned loud enough for some of the patrons to turn her way. She finished the hamburger and the crispy, golden sticks spread out over the plate without difficulty.
Aware of the danger, she contemplated using her ability again to find the Jatron's location. Curiosity clawed at her. She was unable to resist and took a deep breath before opening herself up.
She tried not to go in too deep to keep from ending up like before when their energies touched. Her body shivered in excitement and she pulled away quickly once she found his location. The Jatron would be upon her before she could find some kind of transportation out of there.
In her head, she made her plans. Running from him would only get her so far. She needed to incapacitate him until she could get away. Far enough to where he couldn't track her anymore.
Chapter Nine
Ryder stood in the doorway of the bar. The job was to capture and leave. For some reason he just wanted to see her in person without the cloak hiding her face. He should be coming up with a trap instead of taking the chance of walking in on one himself.
Cigarette smoke drifted into his nose. Living in the darkness of Seria, his eyes adjusted to the dim light quickly and he spied his target. She turned. Wild blonde hair fell in curls around her heart-shaped face. Blue eyes, with the unique exotic slant of their people, widened before she got over her shock of seeing who he was. She looked so much better in real life than in the photo.
She didn't run and that worried him more.
He saw only her stunning face, until she stood. His mouth dried and his eyes burned from lack of blinking, because he didn't want to miss a single inch of her. Seeing her without the cloak showed a lot more of her shape and it was perfect. Her raggedy shirt lifted with every movement and gave him a sneak peek of her blue-tinted skin. Dirt stained her clothes and skin, though nothing took away from his desires.
Trouble . . . he was in deep trouble. Hours after their last mental encounter, his desire intensified. He grabbed the doorjamb to steady himself and adjusted his growing arousal that tightened his pants to attempt the short distance from the door to where she still stood.
He walked toward her with caution. There was too much at stake, including his life. She held her chin high and showed no emotion as he neared. When her lips lifted into a smile, he hardened to near pain and had to catch his breath. She would be his downfall. There was nothing more he wanted than to touch her, just to see how soft her skin really was and to see her body writhe beneath his as he took her over and over.
Where did that come from?
"Are you going to make this hard?" Ryder cursed himself for his poor choice of words. If she looked down she'd know just how hard she made him.
Eyebrows raised, her gaze lowered. She licked her lips, tempting him. Teasing him. "What?"
He never worried when he talked to women but his tongue tied in knots around her. A woman had never tempted him to this degree. Not many tried after they heard his father's name.
"I'm here, not running if that's what you mean. Maybe we can make a deal."
She stood with her body close enough for her warmth to seep through his clothes.
He apparently had lost his mind. Being with a human or half-breed broke the laws on Seria. Ryder knew his father was waiting for reasons to get rid of him.
The pounding of his heart stopped as it re gistered and he stiffened. This was what his father wanted to happen. It was his fault she was hunted.
Unable to stop his hand, he pushed a loose curl b ehind her ear. He saw the green that swirled around the blue in her eyes and a tiny freckle below her right eye. Sexy.
Her breath hitched; she took a step back and co vered the Serian symbol branded on her neck. "Don't."
At first she acted like she would