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“Why would you give yourself to the man who was going to kill your brother?” he asked.

There wasn’t as much force behind his question as he’d wanted. He was drained from more than just pushing Yao’s desk through the yard.

She stared at the center of his chest. “Isn’t it plain enough? Even an impenetrable warrior can be distracted in the bedroom.”

The dear girl couldn’t lie.

“Your virtue isn’t worth the sacrifice,” he said evenly.

“As if my virtue is worth anything.” She met his eyes then. “Look around us. Our home is gone. Our name, gone.”

He bit savagely into an egg. The saltiness lodged in his throat. He didn’t know if he was angrier at her or for her. “It didn’t have to be this way. Li Tao would have left you alone.”

“If we had denied Ru Shan and turned him in,” she countered bitterly. “What would warriors like you think of that sort of disloyalty?”

“You didn’t answer my question. Why did you give yourself to me? I know you weren’t pretending.”

She blushed. “You had wine. You could be mistaken.”

“I remember every moment, River.”

River was no skilled seductress and he wasn’t blind. She had clung to him, cried out his name. But desire and intention were not the same. The room fell silent except for the methodic click of her chopsticks as River became enthralled by their sparse meal. She swallowed slowly, staring into her bowl. He let her have the pause.

“You were never going to kill Ru Shan,” she said finally.

“Because of your plan?” he challenged.

“Because I know you.”

Her words struck like a blow to his gut. “You don’t know me.”

She set the chopsticks down. “I know you, Wei Chen,” she repeated, with more hope than certainty. She searched his face with her eyes. “You came here looking for something besides Ru Shan. You were hoping to be dissuaded.”

“That’s not true.”

“In your soul, you don’t want to do this.”

Her voice trembled, but then she stopped cold, embarrassed by her outburst. Chen sat rigid beside her. He could see how much she wanted to believe it; so much that he even doubted himself for a threadbare moment. He was searching frantically, reaching for something he couldn’t name. Was it direction? Was it forgiveness?

Then River stood to go, leaving emptiness in her wake. Eventually he stood and returned to the courtyard, where he stared at the abandoned furniture. River had disappeared into the depths of the inner chambers. He could no longer see her, but he could sense her there.

He resumed his efforts, shoving the desk against the wall and then going to scavenge more furniture. He’d never turned his back on duty. Soon he’d climb free and continue his hunt. Ru Shan was days away, a week at most.

He’d leave what happened here out of his report to Governor Li. Outside of these walls, he’d insist that he’d never seen River or spoken to her. Or touched her. She’d remain safe, as long as she stayed away from Ru Shan and away from him. That was all he could give.

The afternoon sun had begun its gradual descent. Chen threw himself into his work. He tried to focus on this one task and nothing more, but the loneliness devoured him from within. There was no peace.

Chapter 5

For the rest of the afternoon, Chen dragged furniture out into the courtyard. He attempted to stack the tables beside the lowest point of the wall near the gate. River hovered at the edges of the courtyard to watch him labor away. She never doubted he would find a way out. Their house wasn’t a fortress or a prison. Not like the one she’d be thrown in when Li Tao’s men caught her. Or would Chen turn her in himself?

For a dim moment, she saw the point of his desolate warrior logic—better to meet your end at the hands of someone who knew you. Who, at one time, cared for you.

Night came swiftly. She retired to her own chamber and her own bed only to find she couldn’t sleep. The lanterns burned away and the movement of the shadows over the walls kept her company. Maybe she had chosen to lock herself in with Chen out of protest. Deep in her heart, she resented having to abandon their home and their life.

A silhouette appeared outside the window and her pulse skipped. Chen hesitated there. Holding her breath, she watched his shape through the paper windowpane. If he moved away, she didn’t know if she was brave enough to call after him. Her heart was already torn into jagged pieces.

After too long a pause, Chen entered without knocking. His sleeves were rolled up over his forearms and his skin glistened from physical exertion. The lantern light washed over him in a warm glow. Her mouth went dry. He was handsome, she realized with dismay.

It was just too much for her to find him handsome now on top of everything else she felt about him.

“It’s cold in here.” He came to the bed as she had done in his room the night before.

She shrank a little beneath the quilt. “I was afraid if I tried to light the coals, I might set the bed on fire.”

He didn’t smile. “By tomorrow morning, I’ll be gone.”

“Then we have nothing more to say.” The chill around her came from inside and out. It was inescapable.

“There’s something I need to know before I go.”

He lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed. The gesture should have been only a small intimacy after he’d taken her virtue and brought her to the highest tide of pleasure. Yet her breathing grew shallow at his nearness. She tracked every shift of his weight beside her.

“You didn’t come to me as part of some devious plan,” he said calmly. “Tell me why you did it.”

She couldn’t. Already her skin warmed and her muscles loosened. The sound of her voice alone would give away how much she wanted him.

He placed a hand over her ankle. His grip was firm through the layers of the quilt and she savored the heat of his touch. Chen had come to claim her. From the moment he’d set foot in their shop, he’d claimed her.

River squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t have an answer for you.”

He made a move as if to rise, and she sat up in a panic. If he left, she’d die of heartache.

“We were going into hiding. Ru Shan was talking of rebellion,” she explained. “I wanted to know what it was like between a man and a woman before I died.” Her next pause went on for a lifetime. “And I wanted to know…with you.”

His eyes sparked. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

The blanket became an unwanted barrier. River stared at the determined set of his lips. Shamefully, she remembered Chen’s promise to use his mouth on her. He hadn’t yet fulfilled that promise.

“I did want to trick you,” she continued faintly. “I wanted to seduce you, but I wasn’t any good at it.”

Chen’s gaze grew deeper, darker. He watched her expression while he shifted his hand higher onto her calf. Her sex flooded. She was so much more aware of her body now, so much more aware of his.

River peeled back the blanket to reach for him. His hair was disheveled from his labors in the courtyard. She pulled the tie loose so that it fell about his face.

“This is impossible,” he told her gently.

But he was here, when he could have gone.

She threaded her fingers through the dark strands. “I know.”

Then she kissed him. She was better at it tonight. Chen’s eyes closed, but she kept her eyes open. She wanted to be able to conjure his image long after he was gone. River had done everything to convince him, but Chen remained headstrong and unyielding. She’d tried to convince her brother as well. These men lived by a code she would never understand.

This was why they called the midnight chamber the woman’s domain. This was all she could claim and all she could have. Private and hidden moments. She cradled his face in her hands, feeling the structure of his cheekbones beneath her fingertips. Chen circled his hands around her waist to bring her closer.

She removed his outer robe first, then his tunic. Her hands explored him, brushing over sculpted shoulders, and a torso lean with muscle. Chen permitted her touch, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Not the dominating and impassioned lover she’d known last night.

Her own heart was pounding. She was dizzy from the rush of her pulse, and his reticence confused her.

“Wei Chen?” She was begging and demanding at the same time.

A look of pain crossed his face and finally he opened his eyes. Her breath caught. She saw too much in them. Longing and fear and a desperate hunger.

“There is no one here but us,” she said.

She wasn’t going to let him fight this. She locked her arms around his shoulders, willing him to take her in his arms. Together, they lowered themselves onto the bed. He pulled her clothes away along with the last of his. Then he feasted.

Chen parted her legs and tasted her, as he’d promised. His tongue slicked over her once, lingering indulgently. Then again, soft and unerringly gentle. Her body went limp and she cried out her surrender, all shame gone, until he gave her more of what she needed. Soft and then hard, his hands digging into her hips to hold her captive while she panted and writhed and climaxed. He continued to torment her until the last of her tremors eased.

Later she did the same. First caressing his sex with her lips, discovering smooth, silken skin over the hardness beneath. He exhaled sharply when she finally dared to take him into her mouth. She circled the broad tip with her tongue and his hand tightened in her hair.

“River.” His voice strained to the breaking point. “Stop. Please stop.”

Chen pulled away and stretched her flat on her back. He entered her in one swift thrust that stole her breath. River arched her back to accept him into her. Tonight the ache inside was familiar and welcome. There was no other pain or pleasure like it.

When her eyes opened again, he was watching her. His fingers twined with hers and held on as he withdrew in a slow glide before pushing deep again. Each movement resonated within her. Each shift sent exquisite sensation through every pulse point and meridian in her body, transforming into joy and elation and hope.

“Stay,” she sobbed.

Chen stilled above her. It was cruel of her to demand it now, but how could she not? Her eyes flooded with tears.

He kissed her tenderly, but wouldn’t answer. His body resumed its rhythm after a pause. Slower now, with purpose. His mouth closed around her breast. He wanted her release, willed it. She cleared her mind of everything but the feel of him, and soon she was shuddering in his arms. He followed closely behind. They found each other in climax.

They stayed awake in each other’s arms, refusing sleep, fighting the coming of morning. But it came nonetheless.

“You need to go quickly, River. Don’t tell me where.”

They stood on the path along the bank. The same one they had walked down together only two days ago. The residence was abandoned behind them.

Chen had scaled the stone wall and broken the chain over the gate. At first he was afraid River wouldn’t leave, but she went to him as the doors opened. A single travel pack was slung over her shoulder. Her look was sullen, with a storm cloud around her that wouldn’t lift. He wanted to draw her into his arms and hold on.

He needed to make sure River was protected before he left. She was in more trouble than her brother now. He cursed Ru Shan for putting his sister in so much danger. There was no way to shield her against a charge of conspiracy and treason. Li Tao did not tolerate disloyalty on any level.

“Is there someone you can go to?” he asked.

She nodded and started to speak a name before stopping herself. “There’s a friend in town that will help me.”

He smiled ruefully. “Your brother always knew how to gain allies.”

Ru Shan was out there, building up the rebellion. The situation had become dangerous for all of them: Ru Shan, River and himself as well.

“Chen, I apologize for asking that of you…last night.” She hesitated, but went on. “I don’t want you to face my brother.”

There was nothing left in her, but raw and naked honesty. He loved her for it. He would always love her.

“Nothing is certain,” he replied. “Ru Shan might end up killing me should we meet.”

“I don’t want that either.” Her resolve broke. She pressed a hand to her mouth as if she could hold back the tears.

Chen crushed her to him so she could bury her face against his chest. He couldn’t go with her, and it destroyed him. He wanted to defy country and honor to stay by her side, but if he didn’t report back, Li Tao would send the others. Two or four or forty of their brethren from the Rising Guard, all of them fervently dedicated to bringing Ru Shan’s death.

“It won’t come to that if I can stop it,” he said, his lips brushing her hair. He didn’t know if she believed him, but it was all he could promise.

He and River were meant to walk different paths. The only way to keep her safe was to continue to serve Li Tao. The warlord had to believe he was hunting for Ru Shan.

River broke away and pulled out a paper hidden in her sash. “Don’t open this until I’m far away. Swear you won’t.”

Before he could answer, she raised onto her toes to kiss him. She slipped the letter into the fold of his robe. Her fingers brushed the spot over his heart. This was farewell.

“I swear,” he said as she stepped back.

She turned and hurried down the path, never looking back. He watched her long after she disappeared around the river bend.

He never should have made that promise. It was a damn, stupid oath. She’d looked so vulnerable, face tilted to him; his lips warm as they held onto the memory of her touch. He was certain that the message contained something irrevocable. It would destroy her father and her brother. It might destroy him as well. When he read it, he’d have no choice but to act.

So he waited a day with the folded paper tucked inside his robe. Burning against his breast. First thing the next morning, in a cold bed at the inn, he’d opened it.

The brushstrokes bled on the page and he finally had the answer she wouldn’t give him.

I also dreamed of you.

Chapter 6

River knew who was upon the horse the moment he came over the rise. Chen had sought her out. For the last three months, she and Father had lived far away from the main roads and cities of the province. It was safer that way. She didn’t know where Ru Shan was either. That was also safer.

If Chen had found and challenged Ru Shan, she didn’t know what she would do. There was no such thing as a good death in her eyes. It was all loss and pain. Her father would never recover and she…she had already decided to bury her heart. Yet against her wishes, it came to life at the first sight of the swordsman.

She walked to the edge of the path and held her breath. She couldn’t go to him until she knew. His gaze fixed onto her as he neared. Her heart caught in her throat as Chen dismounted and even when he stood before her, it was as if a veil still clouded her eyes, separating them. His presence was both beautiful and terrifying.

“Is he dead?” she whispered.

Chen paused, taking her in from head to toe as she had done him. “Ru Shan is not dead. At least not that I know of.”

She could breathe again, but she kept her hands clenched at her sides to keep from reaching for him. There were still too many questions. “What is that?”

Chen had pulled out an official-looking pamphlet from his saddle pack, but he lowered it to his side as if it were unimportant.

“Do you still dream of me, River?”

She blinked furiously. It was the sunlight, she told herself. It was too bright. “Why did you come here? Are you still hunting Ru Shan?”

“I searched for him,” he admitted. “I followed news of him into the mountains. There was a skirmish somewhere in the south, but your brother escaped.”

He came closer and she allowed it. She was too caught between hope and fear to move. Chen held up the pamphlet again.

“A pardon. Governor Li has declared that the debt between the two of them is settled.”

She took the decree from him and read through it. “Can this be a trick?”

“Li Tao can be harsh and brutal, but he doesn’t believe in deceit.”

“The governor would rather kill his enemies as public examples,” she said contemptuously.

“Sometimes these matters can only be handled warrior to warrior. Only Li Tao and Ru Shan can understand what has happened.”

“Then Ru Shan is safe? We don’t have to hide any longer?”

He nodded and she nearly collapsed with relief.

“I wouldn’t have taken Ru Shan’s life,” he told her. “I knew I couldn’t do it the moment we parted. I wanted to see you again, even if it was only in another life, and I knew the forces of heaven wouldn’t allow it if I went against what I knew was right.”

The weight of a hundred stones lifted from her. She’d known he wasn’t a coldhearted killer. “I was so afraid. I thought of you every day, wondering.”

Chen was finally there beside her. The barriers lifted away and the sight of him filled her, pure and uncorrupted.

He looked beyond her to the window of the cabin. Father had pulled back the curtain to stare out at them. “Is that the elder Master Yao? I’ve always wanted to meet him and pay my respects.”

“Father will be very happy to hear that Ru Shan has been pardoned,” she replied.

They started toward the door, side by side. She was no longer the sheltered girl by the river, but being close to Chen brought back those days of hope and longing. She could dream again.

“I didn’t just come to talk about Ru Shan,” he admitted. “There is something else I’ve been meaning to ask your father.”

“Oh? What can that be?” She looked away, coy and uncommonly pleased.

He reached out to take her hand and all the pieces of heaven and earth came together. Chen smiled at her for the first time since he’d returned, a true smile full of promise and happiness.

“It’s about his daughter.”

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