Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [926]
Tegan listened for a moment, his face growing more grave with every strange syllable that spilled out of Jenna’s mouth. “Holy shit. We can’t scrub this female’s mind of anything. And we can’t risk trancing her any more, either.”
“What’s going on?” Alex asked, worried by the stunned look on the warrior’s normally impassive face. “Is something wrong with Jenna after all?”
“We won’t know that until we get her back to Boston.”
Alex stood up, alarmed now. “What are you talking about? Take Jenna to Boston? You can’t make that decision for her. She has a life here in Harmony—”
“Not anymore,” Tegan said, his voice brooking no argument. “When we leave here, the woman will be coming with us.”
Kade moved over to stand beside Alex. “What is it, Tegan?”
The elder Breed male tilted his head in Jenna’s direction, where she continued to murmur softly under Brock’s gentling hand. “Alex’s human friend is not incoherent. She’s speaking in another language. The Ancient’s language.”
CHAPTER
Thirty-one
It took a while for the aftershock to wear off, following the bomb Tegan had dropped about Jenna. While Kade and his fellow warriors had connected via satellite phone with the Order’s headquarters to brief Lucan on the various developments and potential disasters in Alaska, Alex had remained in Jenna’s bedroom with her friend the entire time.
She was worried about Jenna; Kade knew that.
Alex had tried to argue with Tegan and him that it wasn’t fair to yank Jenna out of her world in Harmony and carry her off to Boston as if Jenna had no say in the matter whatsoever. But Tegan would not be swayed, nor would Lucan, once the Order’s leader had been informed of the stunning revelation concerning Jenna Tucker-Darrow and the fact that the human female was suddenly speaking a language that hadn’t originated on this planet nor been heard here for several centuries at that.
A language that was recognizable only to the few, very oldest of the Breed, and one the Order hoped might somehow prove useful in their efforts against their enemy, Dragos.
Alex had been reluctant to leave Jenna alone with Kade’s brethren when the time came for her and Kade to leave for his family’s Darkhaven. Tegan had given his word that Jenna would be safe with them, but Kade noticed it was Brock’s personal reassurance that finally eased some of the worry from Alex’s eyes.
“He’ll take good care of her until we get back,” Kade said now, seated beside Alex in the cockpit of her plane as they passed over the lights of Fairbanks a few thousand feet below. Alex had also entrusted Luna to the warrior, having sent the wolf dog back to Jenna’s cabin before she and Kade departed. “You don’t need to worry, Alex. I’ve fought beside Brock for the past year, trusting him to watch my back as I’ve watched his. When he gives his word, you can count on him to keep it. Jenna couldn’t be in better hands.”
Which was more than he could say for Alex, Kade thought grimly. If he hadn’t needed the plane to transport Seth’s body to his family’s domain, he would have insisted that Alex stay behind in Brock’s care, too. The reception that awaited him at his father’s Darkhaven would not be pleasant—he knew that. The last thing he wanted was for Alex to witness his shame, or to see the pain his return was sure to cause in his kin when he brought Seth’s corpse back to them.
That was a path he wished he could walk alone, but there was a small part of him that was grateful for her company beside him. Selfishly, he took a measure of comfort just in her presence at his side.
Alex glanced over at him in his silence. “What about the rest of the people in Harmony? I heard Tegan say on the phone that he and Chase and Hunter were going to contain the situation while we’re taking care of Seth. What exactly does ‘contain the situation’ mean? They won’t … hurt anyone in town, will they?”
“No. No one will be hurt,” Kade said, having