The Tiger Prince (40 page)

“I do,” he said unequivocally.

She was surprised at the admission. “Because of the gold?”

He shook his head. “Cinnidar caught me. I worked the mountain and dealt with the Cinnidans and thought I was slaving only to make myself a rich man. Then one day I stopped working long enough to raise my head and look around and found I’d walked right into the trap.”

“Trap?”

“Ian would call it ‘home.’ I’m not so at ease with the word.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Why not?” His tone was mocking. “Isn’t it time we became reacquainted?”

“No.” She stopped at the entrance of her tent. “I don’t want to know anything about you.”

“How unkind. I want to know everything about you.” He met her gaze. “And I have every intention of doing so.”

He was not even touching her and her heart was beating harder, her breath coming more shallowly. Panic spurted through her as she recognized the mindless response.

His gaze centered on the pulse leaping in the hollow of her throat. “You see?” he asked softly. “You do want to know me.”

He was speaking of knowledge in the biblical sense, and he was right. Her body
did
want to know him. Dear God, it was as if they’d never been parted.

She turned on her heel, entered the tent, and hurriedly closed the flap between them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ruel called.

“Probably not.” Her voice was uneven, and she forced herself to steady it. “I have to start work tomorrow and I’m sure you’ll be busy at the mine.”

“Oh, but I have to make sure you’re doing a good job. After all, it’s my railroad you’re building.” The words trailed off as he walked away.

She had thought when they reached the mountain she would see less of Ruel, but she was not going to be free of him yet. The knowledge was as frightening as her body’s response to him. Perhaps it would not be as bad as she feared. He would probably come to the site only a few times and then go about his business.

He came every day for the next month. Sometimes he would stay five minutes and sometimes an hour.

He would joke with Li Sung and Dilam and the workers or just sit on his horse and watch her as she went about her business.

She woke up in the morning knowing he would come, dreaded his arrival all day, and was acutely, painfully, conscious of his presence every second of his stay. It was like those days in Kasanpore before they came together in the railway car. No, this was worse, she thought. Now she was always aware he not only wanted her body but to hurt her, perhaps even destroy her. The flame to her moth, she thought bitterly.

And, God help her, she was tempted to fly closer to that flame with every passing day.

She was kneeling, measuring track, when a shadow fell across her body. She didn’t even have to look up to know it was Ruel. Her senses were so acutely attuned to him, she felt even his shadow as a disturbing presence.

“Why are you still here?” he asked. “Everyone else has stopped for the day.”

She didn’t look at him as she finished checking the spacing of the rails. “I just wanted to finish this. I’m sure you’ll have no objection if I slave a few extra minutes on your behalf.”

“No objection at all. I was just wondering if there was something wrong.”

“I got a little behind today.” She added quickly, “But I’ll make it up tomorrow. This is the last quarter-mile on
the mountain trail. We start across the canyon floor at dawn.”

“I know. Li Sung told me.”

“Then he must have also told you there was nothing wrong.”

“But then, you don’t tell Li Sung everything, do you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Did you tell him what we did in the maharajah’s railroad car?”

She felt the blood burn her cheeks, but she ignored the question.

“I didn’t think so,” Ruel said softly. “He might guess there’s something between us, but he isn’t sure.”

“He didn’t need to know.” She rose jerkily to her feet and moved a few yards farther along on the track, knelt, and began to measure again. “If that’s all you wanted, why don’t you go away? You can see I’m busy.”

“That’s not all I wanted.” His shadow fell across her again as he moved to stand over her. “I wanted to see you on your knees. It’s a sight that gives me extreme pleasure.”

Her gaze shifted to stare warily up at him. He stood with legs slightly astride; not only his shadow was dark today. Black leather boots molded his calves, black serge trousers delineated his powerful thighs, a black shirt hugged his torso. Only Ruel’s sunstreaked hair and golden, tanned skin lightened the somber elegance of the picture he presented. He looked as beautiful and wicked as the prince of darkness himself.

“Ah, that’s even better.” He smiled. “I used to dream about you kneeling and staring up at me with just that expression. But it’s not quite right. Your hair should be loose and my fingers should be buried in it.” He paused. “And we should both be naked.”

The picture he had drawn was both sensual and barbaric. Captor and captive. Slave and master. She could almost feel his fingers tugging her hair back to look into her eyes. She felt suddenly helpless, caught, a prisoner. Yet, incredibly, she became aware that beneath the
smothering sense of bondage ran a dark ripple of erotic excitement almost as if she wanted to experience that dominance.

No! Fear washed over her at the thought, sweeping away that hot tide of feeling he had ignited.

She rose to her feet and drew herself to her full height. She gazed defiantly in his eyes and said between set teeth, “You bastard, get the hell away from here and let me do my job.”

For an instant she didn’t think he’d obey, and then he smiled faintly. “If you insist. The mood’s broken anyway.” He added softly, “But for a moment you could feel it, couldn’t you, Jane?”

She didn’t answer.

“Aye, you felt it.” He stood looking at her, smiling. “Good. I’m not going to be able to visit you quite so frequently now that you’ve finished this portion of the line. I wanted to leave you with a memory strong enough to linger when I’m not around.”

Relief cascaded through her at his words. He would not be here every day from now on. She would be rid of the torment of his presence. “It’s about time you began to attend to your own concerns and left me to mine.”

“Oh, but I’ll be with you in spirit. You won’t forget me.”

“You’re wrong. The moment you’re out of my sight I won’t remember you’re on the same island.”

He shook his head before turning away and strolling toward Nugget.

He was so blasted self-assured, it sent a flare of sheer rage through her.

“Wait!” Her voice shook with emotion. “Just who the
hell
do you think you are?”

He turned to face her again. “I beg your pardon?”

“What makes you so sure you have the right to do this to me? Have you lived such a perfect life you can afford to cast the first stone?”

“No, I’ve done more wicked things in my life than you can even imagine.” His expression hardened. “But I’ve never hurt the innocent without paying the piper.

That’s against the rules. We all have to pay for that sin, Jane.”

“And I’m supposed to pay you for my transgressions?” she asked scornfully.

“You’re damn right you are. When I was a boy I learned I couldn’t count on anyone dealing out justice on my behalf. If I wanted justice, I had to be the one to reach out and grab it.” His voice turned fierce. “It’s not a fair world. I can’t count on fate or God to punish you. They might turn their backs and walk away. It has to be me.”

She watched him mount Nugget and ride away.

She was trembling. She drew a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She mustn’t let him do this to her. She fell to her knees and again began to measure the tracks. She was rid of him and now she must forget him. She must not let him linger in her thoughts as he intended.

She blindly reached out and grasped the rail in front of her. Strong steel, warmed by the sunlight.

Soothing comfort flowed into her. She was not weak. She had the same strength within her as these rails. If she had the will, spirit, and mind to build a railroad, one man could not bend or break her.

The Prince of Darkness!

Jane woke with her heart pounding, her breath coming in gasps.

It was only a dream, she told herself desperately.

The same dream that had come every night since that last afternoon Ruel had visited her. The same dream and the same shameful lingering physical evidence when she awoke. Her nipples were hard and acutely sensitive as they touched the sheet, and there was an aching emptiness between her thighs.

No, it was not quite the same.

She was bathed in sweat.

Strange, it had been cool in the tent when she went to sleep, but she was burning up now.

She got up from her cot, went to the washstand, and splashed cold water on her face. She was still hot, her skin dry and burning to the touch. She had gone through this before, and the symptoms were clear to her.

The fever was back.

The knowledge came almost as a relief. She was ill. She had an excuse for those erotic dreams that had been plaguing her.

It wasn’t Ruel, it was the fever.

  railroad?” Abdar’s nails dug into the satin-padded arms of his chair. “How far along?” “Medford’s branch is near completion, but the line from the mountain was started only seven weeks ago and is in the initial stages. The girl has laid the track from the mining camp down the mountain and into the jungle, but it will—”

“How long?” Abdar snapped.

“My man in Medford’s camp says it will be at least four months before the tracks are joined.”

“Four months! And in the meantime the Scot is storing gold ore and will be ready to ship as soon as
the line is completed.
My
gold.” He stood up and moved toward the wall where his latest mask shimmered in the candlelight, powerful, intense, a testimony to his greatness. “I need that gold.”

“There is other news.” Pachtal paused. “News that will please you. Kartauk is on Cinnidar.”

“What?” Abdar whirled to face him. “You are sure? He is not dead?”

“I saw him myself. He is not even in hiding. He lives in the palace and moves freely about the island.”

“Because he feels himself safe. He thinks I cannot take him on that cursed island.” Abdar scowled. “And he is right. I can do nothing until I am maharajah.”

“And when will that be? Has your father’s condition worsened since I left on my journey?”

He shook his head. “He may linger on until summer.”

“The Scot will be in a much better position to defend himself by that time. The island can be conquered only by an assault on the harbor, and if he has the means to fortify it, we may not—”

“I know. I know,” Abdar said impatiently. “Do you think me a dullard? He must not be allowed that time.” He turned and moved toward the statue of Kali. “How much love do you have for me?” He could sense Pachtal’s sudden tension, and his tone became wheedling. “Will you not help me in this small matter?”

“What do you wish me to do?” Pachtal asked warily.

“He is old and sick. He is going to die anyway.”

“He is the maharajah,” Pachtal said hoarsely. “You know what the punishment would be if anyone learns I did such a thing. They will burn me alive on his funeral Pyre.”

“No one would suspect anything if he died a little sooner than expected. Who would have reason to kill a dying man?”

“It is too dangerous.”

“I’m not suggesting a dagger. There are other, less obvious methods. Perhaps poison administered over the period of a week or two.” He turned to smile at Pachtal.
“You have such a talent for poison. Why else were you given such a gift if not to use it?”

“I don’t know if I—”

“I need that gold to serve Kali. If you have love for me, you will do me this service.” His index finger caressed the golden dagger of the statue. “You will do Kali this service.”

“I will … think about it.”

“You have never failed me before.” He added with soft emphasis, “I have faith you will never do so.”

Abdar heard the pad of Pachtal’s departing footsteps as he hurriedly left the chamber.