Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [823]
“What do you think it was, dear?”
Millie Dunbar’s thready voice jolted Alex out of the unnerving hold of the stranger’s gaze. She swallowed on her parched throat and turned back to face the sweet old woman and the other people who were now waiting in silence to hear what she believed she saw out at the Toms settlement.
“I … I’m not really sure,” she hedged, wishing she’d never opened her mouth. She felt the heat of the stranger’s eyes on her and was suddenly unwilling to voice what she had been thinking that day in the bush, and in all the torturous hours that had passed since.
“What did you see, Alexandra?” Millie pressed, her expression a heart-squeezing mix of hope and dread. “How can you be so certain it wasn’t animals that killed those good folks?”
Alex gave a weak shake of her head. Damn it, she’d walked right into this on her own, and now, with almost a hundred pairs of eyes locked on her, awaiting her explanation, there was little she could do to back out of it. Not without making herself look like an idiot and condemning an innocent pack of area wolves to the overzealous attention of Big Dave and the posse that seemed to be waiting for permission to roll out and blow them away with no cause.
Shit.
Was there any choice but the truth here?
“I saw … a track,” she admitted quietly.
“A track?” This time it was Zach who spoke, his light brown brows drawn low over his eyes as he scrutinized her from his position at the pulpit above the congregation. “You didn’t tell me anything about a track. Where did you see it, Alex? What kind of track was it?”
“It was a footprint … in the snow.”
Zach’s frown deepened. “You mean, a print from a boot?”
Alex stood there in silence for a long moment, unsure how to phrase what she was about to say next. No one said anything in that lengthening quiet. She felt the weight of all their focus, all the town’s anticipation rooted on the tall, curveless blonde who’d spent most of her life in Harmony but was still regarded as something of an outsider because she’d come with her dad from the humid swamps of Florida.
It was the recollection of those sun-baked, heat-drenched wetlands that filled Alex’s senses now. She could taste the salty brine of the water on her tongue, could smell the sweet odor of moss-covered cypress trees and fragrant lilies filling the air. She could hear the trilling song of cicadas and the low creak of bullfrogs serenading the dark as she’d watched her mother rock her little brother to sleep on the screened porch of the cabin while she read to them in that soft, gentle voice that Alex missed so much. She could see the golden hunter’s moon that had slowly risen toward the glittering sea of stars high above the earth.
And she could feel, even now, the bolt of fear that arrowed through her heart as the night had been shredded by violence when the monsters came to feed.
It was all still there for her.
Still so shatteringly real.
“Alex.”
Zach’s voice startled her, made her shake herself back to the here and now, back to Harmony, Alaska, and the horrific dread that gripped her when she considered that the terror she fled in Florida might somehow find her again.
“What the hell is going on, Alex?” There was impatience in the clipped tone of Zach’s voice. “I need to know what you saw out there. All of it.”
“I saw a footprint,” she stated as clearly as she could manage. “Not from a boot. It was from a bare foot. A very large foot, and very humanlike, only … not quite—”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” Big Dave said around a snort of laughter. “It wasn’t wolves that killed them, it was Bigfoot! Now I’ve heard it all.”
“What are you doing, Alex? Is this some kind of joke?”
“No,” she insisted, pivoting away from Zach’s disbelieving look to the rest of the townsfolk. They were all staring at her as if waiting for her to burst into laughter.
Everyone except the black-haired stranger in the back.
His silver eyes bored into her like spears of ice,