Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [982]
Incredibly, as she stood there in front of Brock now, it wasn’t the fact that he was something other than human—something dangerous and otherworldly—that made her want the floor to open up and swallow her whole. It was the dread that he could see through the hard shell of the anger she wore like body armor and that he might know her for the scared, lonely failure she truly was.
Brock gave another faint shake of his head in the long silence that hung between them. His eyes took her in slowly, drifting all over her face before coming back up to meet her gaze. “There are worse things than needing to lean on someone once in a while, Jenna.”
“Damn it, I said get out of my way!” She shoved at him, her palms connecting with his broad chest as she pushed with all the anger and fear she had inside her.
Brock flew backward several paces, nearly crashing into the far wall of the corridor.
Jenna sucked in her breath, stunned and amazed at what she’d just done.
Horrified by it.
Brock was a towering force, six and a half feet tall and likely 250-plus pounds of muscle and strength. Something far more powerful than her. Something far more powerful than anything she’d ever known.
And she had just physically shoved him a couple of feet across the floor.
His brows lifted over his surprised gaze. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, more wonder in his voice than anger.
Jenna brought her hands out before her and stared at them as though they belonged to someone else. “Oh, my God. How did I … What just happened?”
“It’s all right,” he said, walking back toward her with that maddeningly calm ease of his.
“Brock, I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t mean to—”
“I know,” he said, nodding soberly. “No worries. You didn’t hurt me.”
A bubble of hysteria climbed up the back of her throat. First, the shocking news that the implant was somehow altering her DNA, and now this—a strength that couldn’t possibly belong to her, yet somehow did. She thought back on her escape from the estate grounds and the bizarre language abilities that she’d seemed to have picked up since the Ancient had left a piece of himself embedded in her spinal cord.
“What the hell is happening to me, Brock? When will all of this finally stop?”
He took her trembling hands between his palms and held them steady. “Whatever is going on, you don’t have to go through it alone. You need to understand that.”
She didn’t know if he was speaking for everyone in the compound or himself. She had no voice to ask him for clarification. She told herself it didn’t matter what he meant, yet it didn’t keep her heart from racing as she stared up at him. Under the heat of his fathomless brown eyes, she felt the worst of her fears melt away.
She felt warm and protected, things she wanted to deny but couldn’t so long as Brock was holding her in his hands and in his gaze.
He frowned after a long moment and slowly released her hands, letting his palms skate down the length of her arms. It was a sensual caress, lingering too long to be mistaken for anything less than intimate. Jenna knew it, and she could see that he knew it, too.
His dark eyes seemed to grow even deeper, swallowing her up. They fell slowly to her mouth and stayed there as Jenna’s breath rasped out of her on a shaky little sigh.
She knew she should step away from him now. There was no reason for them to remain this close, nothing but a few scant inches separating their bodies. Less than that amount of space between his mouth and hers. All it would take was a slight dip of his head or an upward tilt of hers and their lips would come together.
Jenna’s pulse kicked at the thought of kissing Brock.
It had been the furthest thing from her mind when he’d carried her into this room. Nor even a few moments ago, when her fear and anger had her hissing and snarling like a wild animal caught in a hunter’s trap.
But now, when he was standing so close she could feel the heat of