With very little effort, Theron lifted the unconscious woman into his arms and headed toward his vehicle. Her head lolled against him, quickly heating his chest where her cheek lay so softly. A small moan seeped through her lips. Theron's steps faltered as the sound skimmed along his nerve endings. Yes, the sooner he got this woman to the hospital, the better. Using a bit more energy than he could afford now, he had the back door open with only a thought. Theron leaned over, ready to lay her across the back seat when she let out another low moan. He glanced down just as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of emerald eyes. The glimpse was brief, less than a second before they closed again, but it had been enough. Theron stood up straight and still. He had found her. Not a woman to satisfy his appetite for a few nights, but the woman of his dreams, his heated fantasies, his nightmares. A ripple of terror raced up his spine and settled in his brain; his first taste of real fear in nearly three centuries.