Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [963]
“Don’t talk,” he said, stripping off his black leather gloves and pressing his fingers against both sides of her neck. His touch was light but comforting, seeming to warm her from the inside out. The chill drifted away from her, taking the pain of her gunshot wound with it. “You’re going to be all right now, Jenna. I’m gonna get you out of here.”
He stripped off his black duster and wrapped it around her shoulders. Jenna sighed as the heat from his body and the scent of him—leather and spice and strong, deadly male—enveloped her. As he leaned back, she noticed that a bullet hole had torn through the beefy round of his shoulder.
“You’re bleeding, too,” she murmured, more alarmed by his injury than by the thought that her rescuer was a vampire.
He shrugged off her concern. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll live. It takes more than that to slow down one of my kind. You, however …”
The way he said it, the grave look that ran across his face as his shaded eyes drifted to her bleeding thigh, seemed almost accusatory.
“Come on,” he said, reaching out to gently scoop her into his arms. “I’ve got you now.”
He carried her out of the refrigerated room like she was nothing but feathers in his arms. At five foot eight and fit, a tomboy from the time she took her first steps, Jenna had never been the type to be toted around like some kind of fragile fairy princess. As a former cop, she’d never expected that from a man, nor wanted it.
She had always been the protector, the first one into danger. She hated that she was so vulnerable now, but Brock’s solid arms felt so good underneath her, she couldn’t muster the will to be offended. She held on tight as he strode through the small plant, past the grisly meat hangers and more than one broken, lifeless person lying on the floor.
Jenna turned her head away and buried her face in Brock’s muscular chest as they cleared the last room of the plant and exited to the outside. It was dusk on the street, the snow-packed alleyway and crouching buildings bathed in the darkening blue of evening.
As Brock stepped off the stoop, a sleek black SUV rolled up from a cross street. It came to a stop at the curb and Kade jumped out of the backseat.
“Ah, fuck,” Alex’s mate growled. “I smell blood.”
“She’s been shot,” Brock said, his deep voice grave.
Kade stepped closer. “You okay?” he asked her, his light gray eyes taking on a faint yellow light in the gathering darkness. Jenna nodded her reply, watching as the points of his lengthening fangs glinted behind his upper lip. “Niko and Renata are with me,” he told Brock. “What’s the situation inside?”
Brock grunted, dark humor beneath the dangerous tone of his voice. “Messy.”
“Figures,” Kade said, quirking a wry look at him. “You don’t look so good yourself, my man. Nice hit to the shoulder. We need to get Jenna back to the compound before she loses any more blood. Renata’s behind the wheel of the Rover. She can take her in while the rest of us clean up inside.”
“The human is my responsibility,” Brock said, his chest vibrating against Jenna’s ear. “She stays with me. I will bring her to the compound.”
Jenna caught the look of curiosity that flashed across Kade’s face at Brock’s statement. He narrowed his eyes but said nothing as Brock strode past him to the idling SUV, Jenna carried lightly in his arms.
CHAPTER
Six
How we doing?” Renata asked Brock from behind the wheel of the black Rover as the vehicle sped out of South Boston on a course for the Order’s compound. Her green eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, slender dark brows knit in a frown. “Our ETA’s about fifteen minutes out. Everything okay back there?”
“Yeah,” Brock replied, glancing down to where Jenna lay, resting quietly across his lap in the backseat. He had sliced off one of the seatbelts and tied it around her thigh as a tourniquet, hoping it would help stanch the blood loss. “She