Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [871]
A tear rolled down her cheek, and Kade pressed his lips to her brow, gathering her closer to him and offering much-needed comfort. “It doesn’t sound crazy, Alex. And I’m sorry for what you and your family endured. No one should have to bear that kind of pain and loss.”
Although she didn’t want to relive it, the memories had been resurrected now and after keeping them buried for so long, she found she couldn’t hold them back. Not when Kade was there to hold her, making her feel warmer and safer than she ever had before.
“They were like animals the way they tore at my mom and Richie. Not even animals would do what they did. And, oh, God … there was so much blood. My father scooped me up and we started running. But I couldn’t look away from what was happening behind us in the dark. I didn’t want to see any more, but it was so unreal. My mind couldn’t process it. It’s been years, and I’m still not sure I can explain what it was that attacked us that night. I just … I want it to make sense, and it doesn’t. It never will.” She drew in a hitching breath, revisiting a fresher pain, a more recent confusion. Looking up into Kade’s sober gaze, she said, “I saw the same kind of wounds on the Toms family. They were attacked, just like we were, by the same kind of evil. It’s here in Alaska, Kade … and I’m scared.”
For a long moment, Kade said nothing. She could see his keen mind turning over all that she’d told him, every incredible detail that would have made anyone else scoff in disbelief or tell her she needed to seek professional help. But not him. He accepted her truth for what it was, no trace of doubt in his eyes or his level tone. “You don’t have to run anymore. You can trust me. Nothing bad is going to touch you so long as I’m around. Do you believe me, Alex?”
She nodded, realizing just now how resolute her faith in him was. She trusted him on a level that was something more than instinctual, it was blood deep. What she felt for him defied the fact that he had entered her life only earlier that week, nor did it have anything to do with the way that she burned for him physically—hungered for him in a way she wasn’t quite prepared to examine.
She simply looked into Kade’s unfaltering eyes and she knew, down to her soul, that he was strong enough to carry whatever burden she shared with him.
“I need you to trust me,” he told her gently. “There are things you need to understand, Alex, now more than ever. Things about yourself, and what you saw, back in Florida and here, as well. And there are things you need to know about me, too.”
She sat up, her heart thudding oddly in her breast, heavy with a wary sense of expectation. “What do you mean?”
He glanced away then, his gaze following the soft path of his touch as his caress drifted down the length of her naked body, then lingered at the flare of her hip bone. With the pad of his thumb, he traced a skimming circle over the tiny birthmark there. “You’re different, Alexandra. Extraordinary. I should have recognized that right away. There were signs, but somehow I missed them. I was focused on other things and I … damn it.”
Alex frowned, more confused than ever. “What are you trying to say?”
“You’re not like other women, Alex.”
When he looked back up at her now, the confidence that normally sparked so brightly in his eyes was missing. He swallowed, the dry click of his throat making her blood run a bit colder in her veins. Whatever he had to say, he was the one who was afraid now, and seeing that trace of uncertainty in him made her anxiety spike