Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [623]
At least the loose shirt covered his glyphs. Niko didn’t have to see his body to know that his skin markings were alive and pulsing with the deep colors of arousal. Awfully hard to try to explain them away as tattoos now.
Nikolai stared at the door and willed himself to chill out, cool down. He had to extinguish the fire in his irises, and that meant powering down the lust that Renata’s touch had stirred in him. He focused on slowing his pulse, a hell of a struggle when his cock was in command of his blood flow.
“Hello?” came the drawled greeting from outside. Jack knocked again, the dark shadow of his head bobbing on the other side of the curtained window of the door. He seemed conscious of keeping his voice at a discreet level. “Renata, that you, darlin’? You awake in there?”
Shit. No choice but to let him in. Nikolai growled low under his breath as he reached out to flip the dead bolt. He’d assured Renata that he would go easy on the old guy, but things could go south as soon as he opened the damned door. And if the human gave off so much as a whiff of suspicion, he was going to find himself on the short list for a mind scrub.
Niko freed the lock and twisted the doorknob. He backed off from the wedge of daylight that poured in through the opening and positioned himself behind the door as it swung open.
“Renata? All right if I come in for a minute?” A scuffed brown cowboy boot stepped over the threshold. “Thought I’d better look in on you this morning before I get busy around the house with the kids.”
As the human in worn-out Levi’s and a white cotton undershirt entered, Nikolai splayed his hand on the door and eased it shut to seal out the morning sunshine. He sized up the aged man in a glance, taking in the craggy face, shrewd eyes, and silvered, military-style buzzcut. He was a big man, a little soft around the middle, a little bowed around the knees, but his tattooed arms were tan and still firm with enough muscle to indicate that while he might be old, it didn’t mean he was afraid of hard work.
“You must be Jack,” Nikolai said, careful to speak in a way that kept his fangs under wraps behind his lip.
“That’s right.” A small nod as Niko was subjected to a similar measuring look. “And you’re Renata’s friend… She, ah, didn’t get around to telling me your name last night.”
Apparently the amber glow was gone from Niko’s blue irises, since he doubted Jack would be reaching out to shake his hand right now if the old guy was staring into a pair of otherworldly eyes that threw off sparks like a furnace.
“I’m Nick,” he said, sticking close enough to the truth for now. He gave the former soldier’s hand a brief shake. “Thanks for helping us out.”
Jack nodded. “You’re looking a lot better this morning, Nick. Glad to see you’re up and around. How’s Renata doing?”
“Okay. She’s in the bathroom washing up.”
He didn’t see any reason to bring up the infection. No sense getting well-meaning Jack so worried that he started talking about doctors or trips to the hospital. Although based on what Nikolai had seen of Renata’s wound, if her healing process didn’t get a serious boost—and get one soon—mere would be no alternative but a visit to the nearest ER.
“I’m not gonna ask how it is she ended up with a bullet hole in her shoulder,” Jack said, watching Nikolai closely. “From the shape the both of you were in last night, and the fact I had to adios an apparently stolen medical supply truck, I’d be tempted to guess whatever trouble’s chasing you is drug-related. But I know Renata’s smarter than that. I don’t believe for a minute she’d let herself get mixed up in something like drugs. She didn’t want to tell me about any of it, and I promised her I wouldn’t press. I’m a man of my word.”
Niko held the old man’s stare. “I’m sure she appreciates that. We both do.”
“Yeah,” Jack drawled, steely eyes narrowing. “But I am curious about something. She’s been MIA for