âI donât know them.â
âI do. My people and theirs have been allies for centuries, and Iâve known Adrian for many years.â He raised their clasped hands and enclosed her one between the two of his. âTrust me in this, daughter.â
âWhy wonât you come with us? Iâm frightened for you, Stone Bear.â
Tenderness swept over his expression at her childhood nickname for him. âI canât, not right now. I have a show in Santa Fe in a couple of days. I canât cancel it. You know half my yearly income comes from that show, and my family is counting on me.â
âIâll split what theyâre paying me with you. Come with us, Ben. Please.â
âA generous offer.â He patted her hand, then released her. âOne I cannot accept right now. You have your path, and I have mine. But if it makes you feel better, I can come visit in a week or so, after the show.â
âA week or so?â Her voice rose louder than she intended, so she lowered her tone. âYou expect me to be there that long?â
He shrugged. âYou must stay as long as it takes to find your path.â
âAnd if that never happens?â
âIt will. I have faith in you.â He grinned. âI have faith in Faith.â
She rolled her eyes as her only relative chuckled at his own pun. âAt least in Arizona I wonât have to hear your bad jokes.â
âNot true. There are always text messages.â
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After giving Faith his pitch, Darius closed his eyes and drifted into a light healing trance, focusing on easing the pain of his joints and not on the bumps in the road. He heard the murmuring voices in the backseat as if from a distance, but he didnât try to make out the words. In fact, he shielded himself from the other passengers, needing this time to recharge as much as he could. His body was trying to shut down, and he had to stay functional, at least for a while. Heâd just drifted into a doze when the car came to a stop. He opened his eyes to see the airport and the small private plane waiting for them.
Gray slid out from behind the wheel and came around to open Dariusâs door. He extended a hand. âLetâs go, old man.â
âIâm younger than you are,â Darius said. âI think.â
âBut with more wear and tear.â
Gray steadied him as Darius climbed out of the car. His spine creaked like an unoiled hinge, his knee objecting as he slowly extended his leg. His nerve endings protested every movement, and he knew that once he sat down again, he might not get up for a day or two. Faith and Ben climbed out of the car and watched with concerned frowns, their worry snapping at him like whips.
âWhy donât you two come on board while he gets settled?â Gray said. He held out a hand to Faith. âWe havenât formally met. Adrian Gray.â
She shook his hand. âFaith Karaluros. But I never actually said I would accept the job.â
âYouâre here, arenât you? Weâll talk on the plane.â Gray flashed his movie star smile, and Darius could feel Faith waver. Of course she did; Gray used charm with the skill of a fencing master to get whatever he wanted. Normally it didnât bother Darius, just made him shake his head. But todayâ
Today he wanted to slug those perfect pearly whites right out of Grayâs mouth.
The force of his reaction stunned him. Heâd seen Gray smile at dozens of women, even Dariusâs own sister Tessa, and had never experienced even an inkling of this violent rage. What the hell was wrong with him? Had to be the pain. It must be addling his brain.
Because it sure couldnât be the woman. He wouldnât let it be.
âIâm not going with you,â Ben said as Gray opened the trunk and took out two overnight bags. âI have a show in Santa Fe on Wednesday, and I need to finish up my
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