She came to a dead stop. "Okay, that"s it. I can"t do this anymore."
He gaped at her. "Well, it"s a bit late for that, sweetheart."
"I don"t want to play these games of intrigue anymore. I don"t want to have
you hovering about all dark-eyed and mercenary or chasing after bad guys."
She shivered. "It"s not worth learning about my mother, my past, or even about myself. Maybe I already know too much. So, I"ve made my decision." She looked squarely at him. "I"m not going back with you. I"m sorry. I just can"t do it. I can"t heal anything anyway, so it"s just as well we end this charade right now."
His expression flattened. "It"s not that simple anymore."
"Maybe not for you, but I"m taking myself out of the game."
"You don"t understand. It"s too late for you to make that decision. There are
others who will simply do it for you.""Can"t you just-" She flung one hand in the air in exasperation. And not a little fear. "I don"t know, announce to the players on the field that I"m out of the game? I won"t be going back to heal the queen, so I"m no longer a threat.
Period, done, game over."
"It doesn"t work that way. You were a player the day your mother conceived
you. The only way I can protect you now is to take you to court, to the queen.
They aren"t going to stop. Cla.s.s time is officially over."
Her trembling increased. "But if I make it clear I"m not going back, can"t I just
stay here? If I can"t help Catriona, what threat am I to anyone?"
He shook his head. "I can"t keep you safe in this time any longer. If Chamberlain sent Anteri, he"s made it clear what he intends and he won"t stop
until he succeeds. Whatever Baleweg has taught you will have to be enough.
We have to go back."
"Back." She laughed, only it sounded like a faint little chirp. "As in...
forward. Really far. Forward." Her knees began to buckle.
Archer caught her before she hit the ground. "Come on, Talia," he said close to her ear. "I know you don"t want a scene." But it was too late for that.
Heads turned as Stella rushed over. "What happened? Oh, my G.o.d, look at
you! Were you in a fight or something? Talia! Is she okay?"
He tried a rea.s.suring smile. "I think all that sugar went to her head. I was just helping some bloke with his, uh, truck," he improvised, "and the next thing I know her eyes are all gla.s.sy. She needs to eat more regularly." He turned his lips to her ear and whispered, "Come on, sweetheart. Open your eyes for me.
Show Stella you"re okay." Her eyelids fluttered once, then twice, and suddenly
those fairy eyes were looking deeply into his. Stella and the rest of the concerned onlookers ceased to exist.
"Sorry," she murmured.
He smiled. "No worries. I have you now."
Her eyes clouded. "What"s going to happen to me, Devin?"
He swore his heart stopped for several complete beats. If he"d thought hearing his given name on Baleweg"s lips had been disconcerting, hearing it from hers was close to life-altering. "You"ll be okay. But we have to get you out of here. You"ve created a bit of a looking on."
Stella stepped in. "Are you okay, Talia?" Talia shifted to get out of his embrace, but Archer was suddenly unwilling to let her go. He tightened his hold almost instinctively, but when she cut her eyes sideways at Stella, he was forced to release her. He kept his hand on the small of her back. To steady her, in case her legs were still watery, he told himself. Another crock of bull. The more he got his hands on her, the more he couldn"t keep his hands off her. "I"m fine, Stella," Talia said, her voice slightly wobbly. "Just a bit too much fair and not enough food, I think. I should be more careful." She looked at Archer then and deliberately moved away from his touch. "Why don"t we load up the dogs and go back to the house?" She moved away, Stella at her side. It stung him more than it should have, to be dismissed so easily. Her constant need to a.s.sert her independence from him was beginning to irritate him. No matter what she thought she"d decided, her entire world was about to go through some rapid changes and she"d need him to survive. And dammit, he wanted her to need him.
Christ, when had that happened? Probably the moment he"d looked beyond Talia"s blue-stained lips and found Anteri emerging from the woods. He"d thought his heart had stopped beating in that instant before he leaped into action. How could she capture all his attention, and to such a degree that his instincts-which he"d forged over a lifetime, enabling him to continue having a lifetime-simply shut down? He looked over at Talia and Stella as they loaded the animals up. Ringer trotted over to him and b.u.t.ted his head against his leg. He knelt and scratched the beast behind the ears. "Thanks for staying with her, mate. I know she thought she was protecting you, but we know otherwise, right?" Ringer relished the attention, his soulful eyes as fathomless and unreadable as ever. Archer stood and looked at Talia again. He had to stay sharp if he was going to keep them from going down the gurgler. He couldn"t do that if he was mooning over her every other moment. Not that he mooned. He never mooned. l.u.s.t, that"s what it was. And normally he was a man who l.u.s.ted, slaked his l.u.s.t, and moved on.
He watched as the wind caught her hair and danced it about her head. He wasted another moment wondering what it would be like to slake the l.u.s.t he had building for her. He also wondered what it would be like to move on, to never see or touch her again. But he knew that would happen as soon as he delivered her to Catriona. So he"d better get used to it. And get over it.
He turned abruptly away and scanned the crowd and the fringes of the woods that ringed the area. He was fairly certain Anteri had acted alone. But someone -Emrys?-was keeping tabs on him, because no sooner had Archer been almost on top of him than he"d made it through one of those d.a.m.n triangles and disappeared. Back to Llanfair and Chamberlain most likely, filing his report right now.
This latest threat to Talia would, he hoped, be enough to convince Baleweg that it was time for them all to go back. Back to the queen, who was waiting with his fortune.
And right then he was finally forced to admit that at some point he"d stopped thinking of this as a job. The mountain of money waiting for him when he delivered her was no longer his motivating factor. He hadn"t even thought about it when he was chasing down Anteri. Which made no sense. It had been the only thing on his mind when he"d gone after Dideon. How had things changed so rapidly?
He shook his head clear. He had his goals and he"d be d.a.m.ned if he"d let her sidetrack him from accomplishing them. Alone and in control. That"s how he got by. Responsible to no one"s happiness but his own. Trusting no one to make him happy but himself. And dammit, that was how it would stay.
He stalked back over to Talia. It was obvious from her lighthearted banter with Stella that she"d managed to dismiss the entire situation. Well, he"d correct that as soon as Stella was no longer about. Then he"d have a talk with Baleweg. And then they"d go.
She turned and looked at him just then, and he saw that she hadn"t dismissed anything. It was an act for Stella"s sake. He had to know where to look, to see the fear, the dread. At times he wondered why no one but him saw past her strength to the vulnerability that lay beneath. Perhaps it was because no one could understand her in this time. He certainly wasn"t special. Anyone from his time would see what he saw when looking into those fairy eyes of hers.
The thought was vaguely depressing.
But he could no longer let her suffering bother him. They all had jobs to do.
She simply had to come to terms with hers. He told himself it wasn"t his fault, that he hadn"t done this to her. Chamberlain had. Catriona had. Her own mother had. Not him. Why it was imperative that he wasn"t the one making her suffer, he didn"t know. Just that, while he didn"t want to be responsible for her happiness, he wouldn"t stand for being responsible for her pain.
He swore beneath his breath and closed the remaining distance between them.
"Almost ready?" His tone was more abrupt than he intended.
Her gaze shuttered, closing him out. She turned to her work. "We just have to secure the crates and fold the table and chairs up and we"re all set."
And just like that, his resolve of only moments ago shattered. He couldn"t stand it when she shut him out. He took hold of her arm. "Don"t turn away from me."
"Excuse me?" She tried to pull her arm free, glancing over to where Stella was
gathering the last few pieces of equipment.
Archer was past caring if Stella heard him. "I won"t let anything happen to you, Talia. Not if I can help it."
Her mouth dropped open, but she said nothing. It had surprised the h.e.l.l out of him, so it was no wonder it had shocked her, as well. But he didn"t take his eyes from hers.
"We have to get the animals home," was all she said, and broke contact with
him.
He felt her slipping away from him and it wasn"t merely physical. He found himself wishing he had her gift, wishing he could connect with her, in any way. Anything that would help him find a way to help her through this ordeal.
He, Devin Archer, the man who hated being responsible.
Well, one way or the other, they were heading back to the future. Together.
And they"d stay together, at least until he was certain she"d be okay. After all,
Devin Archer was also the man who never left a job half-done. It was good business.
He stalked around the truck, wishing like h.e.l.l he could believe the emotions
currently churning inside him had anything remotely to do with business.
Chapter 11.
Talia was never so glad of anything in her life as she was to escape the close confines of her truck and distance herself from Archer. The drive home had been awful. Even Stella had eventually fallen quiet when the occupants of the front seat remained wrapped in their own thoughts.
"I"ll start unloading," Stella said, apparently also relieved to make her escape.
"Just unstrap them," she said. "I"ll help you unload."
Stella nodded, but before Talia could follow her, Archer stepped between
them. Talia swallowed a sigh. And a healthy dose of trepidation. She was still shaky and her head was pounding. She did not feel up to dealing with one more thing today. Not even if it was a matter of life or death. Anyone"s, even hers. "Please, I have a great deal to do tonight." She kept her gaze on some point past his shoulder. Of course he wouldn"t accept that. She jerked her chin away from his touch, but kept her gaze on his, hoping it would be over faster this way. "What?"
"We have to talk. There is a lot to prepare you for."
"Isn"t that what I"ve been doing every minute since you got here?"