Warrior Prince Excerpt: Part 8
Copyright 2012 by Nancy J. Cohen
“Okay, that wasn’t real. I must be hallucinating.” Nira accepted her bag from the man who’d retrieved it.
“No hallucination. You were nearly ensnared.” Zohar prodded her toward a parked white van. “This is why you need our protection. Secure her.” He handed her off to another masked man before heading toward the driver’s seat.
“I have my own car. I can meet you wherever we’re going.” Nira thought it worth a try.
Zohar whipped around. “Give your keys to Kaj. He will follow us.”
“I don’t think so. Hey, what are you doing?”
One of the men flashed a pair of stormy gray eyes as he snatched her purse. He fished inside until he found her key ring. Tossing the bag back, he strode toward her vehicle as though it emitted a beacon. Along the way, he ripped off his mask. She got a glimpse of unruly wheat hair, even features, and a taut jaw before he turned his back on them.
“All right, how did he know that’s my car?” She held her ground, refusing to budge.
“Your signals are strong, little one. You left your essence on your automobile. Even we are not immune.”
Deep set turquoise eyes sat under emphatic brows and above a straight, aquiline nose. A firm mouth spoke of a man who set himself high standards, his upper lip a bit narrower than its fuller bottom. He wore his dark brown hair swept back over a regal forehead like Captain Kirk on the original Star Trek show, although his was a bit tussled from the mask.
He grinned, transforming his stern expression into one of devilish amusement. An answering coil of warmth rolled through her.
Okay, get a grip. You’re trapped with four hunky guys who could easily overpower you, and you have no notion of their true intentions. She had to give them credit for rescuing her, though. Maybe they were undercover agents working with some federal agency on a drug bust case.
“Can we take off our masks, rageesh?” another man asked in a respectful tone.
Zohar shrugged. “Why not? The lady is one of us now. Tell me where you wish to go.” His deep voice flowed over her like warm honey.
The police station, big guy. Unfortunately, she didn’t know where one was located on International Drive.
Do you think it’s wise for Nira to go with these men?
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