Название: The Black Wolf
Автор: Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474082105
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So why was it happening?
Why was Cara here, uncomfortably out of her element? Who in their right mind had forced Cara to visit a world she knew so little of?
When her eyes fluttered open, Rafe felt immense relief. “You’re okay, I think,” he said. “Am I right?”
Chances were that she couldn’t talk yet. Maybe she didn’t want to. The air around them vibrated with questions he needed to ask her.
“We have to get back to the house, Cara. This is far too dangerous. I’m not sure what just happened, but I’m guessing it wasn’t normal, even for you. There are tears in your eyes. You’re shaking. Please tell me you’re all right.”
She reached up to encircle his shoulders with her arms, in what amounted to the first show of vulnerability he had seen in the short time he’d known her. The slide of her palms across the back of his T-shirt felt extremely sensual and gratifying, though he knew better than to classify it that way.
Her face was so close to his, he had to look into her eyes. The hardest part of this whole ordeal was the effort it took him to keep from kissing her...because that would have been a really stupid thing to do under these circumstances.
As he fought that internal tug-of-war, Cara drew back suddenly, possibly only then realizing the position she was in. She pushed him away and scrambled to her feet. Looking down at him, she said in a quavering tone, “Don’t tell them about this.”
Rafe got to his feet. “Tell them what?”
“Swear,” she said.
Didn’t she know it was too late to hide her show of rebelliousness? As of a few seconds ago, they already had company. Of course she would have noted that, so what, exactly, was she asking of him?
“They know you’re out here. It wouldn’t be wise to forget that you are a special guest,” he said. “I have already mentioned our responsibilities regarding your safety. You do understand that going against what’s asked of you doesn’t win you any points?”
“It was something I had to do,” Cara said.
“And it was terribly dangerous.”
“Dangerous for my father. Not for me.”
Her remark dropped a big black net over the conversation, stifling anything Rafe could think of to say. He didn’t know what to make of her words as he ventured a glance over his shoulder at the park.
“This is where it happened,” she explained. Her shaking hadn’t eased, and not much of her color had returned. “This is where my father nearly lost his life.”
Rafe’s gaze drifted back to her. “How do you know?”
“My mother told me.”
“When?”
“Minutes ago.”
Rafe rubbed his forehead, trying hard to follow what she was saying. “You didn’t have a cell phone. No place to hide one. How could she tell you that?”
“She called me to this place in another way.”
Could he believe her? Rafe wasn’t sure. There were so many odd and questionable things about Cara Kirk-Killion, he didn’t know where to begin to catch a glimpse of the full picture.
She was a complex creature and way out of his league, but did that lessen his desire to kiss her?
No.
He was hot, energized and on edge. He also knew exactly how far he had to move to again enfold her in his arms. His attention kept returning to her face and the sensual mouth that had trembled with vulnerability a moment ago. Though no trace was left of the tears he had wiped from her cheek, those tears had been there for a reason. When she had first opened her eyes, they’d contained a silent plea for support.
So...no. The desire to hold Cara and kiss away whatever had shaken her was strong, even though part of her allure could be a trick. She could have been using her wiles to attract him.
Yet what she had gone through had seemed real to her. He had seen that in her eyes.
Confusion over this dilemma drove him to silence. Cara moved first. She pointed a slender finger at the darkness they both had the ability to see into.
“This is the place,” she repeated. “I now know why my father became what he is. I saw how it happened. I experienced that fight with the vampires as if I also took part in it. But I wasn’t there when he was. I didn’t run to help the brown Were fight off so many fangs. It was my mother who did that. She moved in to help. I saw all of this through her eyes.”
“Because she called you here,” Rafe said with a skepticism he couldn’t hide.
Cara shook her head. “This place called to me with her voice. Violent acts leave residue on a place. This was a memory for me to access because I have that brown Were’s blood in my veins. My father’s blood. After the attack, my mother’s spirit became tied to those vampires, not out of any choice she made, but because she was born special in ways that left her open to roaming demons.”
Weird as it might have been, Rafe was starting to believe her. As a cop he sometimes experienced sensations tied to past events at certain locations. At least, he imagined he could. To see those past events firsthand was an entirely different matter, and a level of awareness well beyond his capabilities. However, who was to say that Cara didn’t have those kinds of talents, and that she spoke the truth?
Meanwhile, they were taking too much time outside the wall. He wasn’t exactly sure how many minutes had actually gone by, but it had been long enough for the pack to find them. Others were close now, and closing in. The night had become pressurized due to his packmates’ imminent arrival.
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