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touched his elbow and he closed his eyes. “You didn’t kill anyone, Rodney. You did the right thing, you left – and whatever you might’ve done, you’ve made up for it by saving all the lives since then. Look at me,” she pleaded.
“I should have told you. But I had to be sure,” he hesitated. “These recent killings, with farmer’s livestock, when I first heard about it, I had hoped it was just a rogue animal. But the more I’ve seen, and the fact it’s continued… I had a feeling, maybe Theo had returned. Today I visited the old farm, on the north shore, to make sure there were no Shifters present.”
“What did you find?” she pursed her lips, even though she knew she was stalling for time. I have to tell him about the stranger; she felt the tug of it like a fish-hook under her collarbone.
“Nothing,” he said, “at least, nothing to suggest Theo and his gang had been using it for a very, very long time. But I can’t shake the feeling.”
“Tonight, before you found me,” she cut him off, and her words were like a warm knife entering a cold piece of butter, bearing down on its yellow core, “I was attacked. It wasn’t a mugger, or some crazy… he… he knew your name, Rodney! He told me you were going to pay… that you needed to meet him at the ‘old place’… or something.”
Rodney stiffened like a statue, and his eyes sunk back into his head, mortified. His hands tightened on her naked shoulders and she was reminded of the steely grip the stranger had planted on the same place and flinched. He noticed and quickly let go of her, holding his hands in front of him as if discovering them for the first time – as if they didn’t belong to him at all, but to some beast within.
“What,” he had to stop and take another breath, “what did he look like?” She tried her best to describe the figure that had threatened her, and as she did, Rodney’s face grew darker and darker until he finally held up his hand. “It’s him,” he said solemnly, “but… I don’t know why, why he’d come back after all this time. There’s nothing for him here. And revenge on me is hardly worth the effort, we were children back then.”
Kristen pulled her legs up under her so she was hugging them and felt her stomach again, just below her navel. Theo had threatened her, but more than that he had threatened the life of her child. She felt another jolt of fear wrack her body, but could only pull her knees tighter against her. Rodney put a hand behind her neck, and kissed her head again.
“Listen to me,” his voice was low, gravelly with the cold rain that had soaked through his clothing as well, but he hardly seemed to notice it. He had put all his focus, all his attention on his mate. “I don’t know what Theo wants, but he will never touch you again,” Rodney promised.
Maybe that’s all she needed – just to hear the words, to feel his breath against her. She collapsed against him again, more out of exhaustion than anything else, and Nancy made a jealous meowing sound as she jumped off the couch and scooted away. Outside, the rain started to come down again, ricocheting off the metal roof. The explosion of their drops was like a continuous shush across the lake outside.
She reached toward him, slipping her hand up his shirt. Her fingers enticed the muscles of his abdomen, and slid slower, until two of her fingers were hooked on the top of his jeans. He took her meaning, but his face was still etched with concern
“Are you sure… that’s a good idea? You still look weak,” he said, although his voice had lowered to that frequency which suggested he was already captured by her sexuality.
“Who you calling weak?” She smiled. “Say that again after we’re finished.”
She drew him down towards her, and only Nancy seemed to be in opposition, hissing from under the kitchen table again.
CHAPTER SIX
The blanket fell away and opened like a present, and inside Kristen
“I should have told you. But I had to be sure,” he hesitated. “These recent killings, with farmer’s livestock, when I first heard about it, I had hoped it was just a rogue animal. But the more I’ve seen, and the fact it’s continued… I had a feeling, maybe Theo had returned. Today I visited the old farm, on the north shore, to make sure there were no Shifters present.”
“What did you find?” she pursed her lips, even though she knew she was stalling for time. I have to tell him about the stranger; she felt the tug of it like a fish-hook under her collarbone.
“Nothing,” he said, “at least, nothing to suggest Theo and his gang had been using it for a very, very long time. But I can’t shake the feeling.”
“Tonight, before you found me,” she cut him off, and her words were like a warm knife entering a cold piece of butter, bearing down on its yellow core, “I was attacked. It wasn’t a mugger, or some crazy… he… he knew your name, Rodney! He told me you were going to pay… that you needed to meet him at the ‘old place’… or something.”
Rodney stiffened like a statue, and his eyes sunk back into his head, mortified. His hands tightened on her naked shoulders and she was reminded of the steely grip the stranger had planted on the same place and flinched. He noticed and quickly let go of her, holding his hands in front of him as if discovering them for the first time – as if they didn’t belong to him at all, but to some beast within.
“What,” he had to stop and take another breath, “what did he look like?” She tried her best to describe the figure that had threatened her, and as she did, Rodney’s face grew darker and darker until he finally held up his hand. “It’s him,” he said solemnly, “but… I don’t know why, why he’d come back after all this time. There’s nothing for him here. And revenge on me is hardly worth the effort, we were children back then.”
Kristen pulled her legs up under her so she was hugging them and felt her stomach again, just below her navel. Theo had threatened her, but more than that he had threatened the life of her child. She felt another jolt of fear wrack her body, but could only pull her knees tighter against her. Rodney put a hand behind her neck, and kissed her head again.
“Listen to me,” his voice was low, gravelly with the cold rain that had soaked through his clothing as well, but he hardly seemed to notice it. He had put all his focus, all his attention on his mate. “I don’t know what Theo wants, but he will never touch you again,” Rodney promised.
Maybe that’s all she needed – just to hear the words, to feel his breath against her. She collapsed against him again, more out of exhaustion than anything else, and Nancy made a jealous meowing sound as she jumped off the couch and scooted away. Outside, the rain started to come down again, ricocheting off the metal roof. The explosion of their drops was like a continuous shush across the lake outside.
She reached toward him, slipping her hand up his shirt. Her fingers enticed the muscles of his abdomen, and slid slower, until two of her fingers were hooked on the top of his jeans. He took her meaning, but his face was still etched with concern
“Are you sure… that’s a good idea? You still look weak,” he said, although his voice had lowered to that frequency which suggested he was already captured by her sexuality.
“Who you calling weak?” She smiled. “Say that again after we’re finished.”
She drew him down towards her, and only Nancy seemed to be in opposition, hissing from under the kitchen table again.
CHAPTER SIX
The blanket fell away and opened like a present, and inside Kristen
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