"What the?" Another cough raked him as he squinted up at her. "No! Get-"

"I have no time for arguing. Just lay down." When he didn't move quickly enough, she kicked his knees out from under him. He fell onto his back with a grunt and she spread the wet cloth over his face and chest. "Yes, like that. Flat," Lenobia commanded, as she reached into the water trough, and quickly splashed the liquid over her face and hair. Then, before he could protest or foil her plan by moving around, she grabbed Travis's legs and began pulling.

Did he have to be this big and heavy? Lenobia's mind was getting fuzzy. Flames were roaring around her and she was sure she could smell burning hair. Well, Martin had been big, too ... Then her mind stopped working. It was as if her body was moving on automatic with no one piloting it except a primal need to keep dragging this man from danger.

"It's her! It's Lenobia!" Strong hands were suddenly there, trying to take her burden from her. Lenobia fought. Death would not win this time! Not this time!

"Professor Lenobia, all is well. You made it out." The coolness of the air registered, and then her mind was able to put sense to what was happening. She gasped, breathing in the clean air and coughing out heat and smoke as gentle hands helped her to the grass and put a mask over her nose and mouth, through which even sweeter air flooded her lungs. She sucked in the oxygen and her mind completely cleared.

Human firemen swarmed the grounds. Powerful water hoses were being turned to the flaming stables. A pair of paramedics was hovering, staring at her, looking lost and obviously surprised at how quickly she was recovering.

She ripped the mask from her face. "Not me. Him!" She yanked the smoldering cloth from Travis's too still body. "He's human-help him!"

"Yes, ma'am," one of the EMTs mumbled and they started working on Travis.

"Lenobia, drink this." A goblet was thrust into her hands and the Horse Mistress looked up to see the two vampyre healers from the House of Night infirmary, Margareta and Pemphredo, crouching beside her. Lenobia drained the wine that was heavily laced with blood in one long swallow, instantly feeling the life energy it carried tingle through her body.

"You should come with us, Professor," Margareta said. "You will need more than that to completely heal.

"Later," Lenobia said, tossing the goblet aside. She ignored the healers, as well as the sirens and voices and general chaos around her. Lenobia crawled to Travis's head. The EMTs were busy. The cowboy already had a mask of his own, and they were starting an IV in his arm. His eyes were closed. Even under the soot smudges, she could see that his face was scalded and red. He was wearing an untucked T-shirt that had obviously been thrown on hastily over his jeans. His strong forearms were bare and already blistering. And his hands-his hands were burned bloody.

She must have made an involuntary noise-some small outward sign of the horrible heartache she was feeling-because Travis opened his eyes. They were exactly as she remembered-whisky brown tinged with olive green. Their gazes met and held.

"Is he going to survive?" she asked the paramedic closest to her.

"I've seen worse, and he is gonna scar, but we need to get him to St. John's ASAP. The smoke inhalation is worse than his burns." The human paused, and even though Lenobia hadn't taken her gaze from Travis's, she could hear the smile in his voice. "He's a lucky guy. You almost didn't find him in time."

"Actually, it took me two hundred and twenty-four years to find him, but I am glad I was in time."

Travis started to say something, but his words were drowned in a terrible, hacking cough.

"Excuse me, ma'am. The gurney's here."

Lenobia moved to the side as Travis was transferred to the gurney, but their gaze never broke. She walked beside him as they rolled him to the waiting ambulance. Before they loaded him within, he pushed off his mask, and in a gravelly voice asked, "Bonnie? Okay?"

"She's fine. I can feel her. She's with Mujaji. I'll keep her safe. I'll keep all of them safe," she assured him.

He reached out to her, and she carefully touched his burned, bloodied hand. "Me too?" he managed to rasp.

"Yes, cowboy. You can bet that big, beautiful mare of yours on that." And not giving a damn that she could feel everyone staring at her-humans, fledglings, and vampyres-Lenobia leaned down and kissed him softly on his lips. "Look for happiness and horses. I'll be there. This time making sure you are safe."

"Good to know. My mamma always said I needed a keeper. Hope she rests better knowin' I got me one." He sounded like his throat was full of sandpaper.