Shades of Midnight: Midnight Breed Series Book Seven Read online

  Kade’s scowl deepened as she recited the facts in a rush, as though she couldn’t spit them out fast enough. And recite seemed an apt description, because something about the explanation struck him as being too pat, too well rehearsed.

  “I’m sorry, Alex,” he said, unable to tear his scrutinizing, now-suspicious gaze away from her. “I guess it’s a small blessing that they didn’t suffer.”

  “Yeah,” she replied woodenly. “At least they didn’t suffer.”

  They flew for a while without speaking, watching the dark landscape beneath them alternate from the lightless patches of tightly knit forest and jagged, soaring mountains, to the electric-blue glow of the snow-covered tundra and foothills below. In the distant sky, Kade saw the eerie green flash of the northern lights. He pointed it out to Alex, and though he’d seen the aurora countless times from the ground in the near century since his birth, he’d never been in the sky to watch the streaking colors dance across the horizon.

  “Incredible, isn’t it?” Alex remarked, clearly in her element as she navigated in a wide arc to give them a longer look at the lights.

  Kade watched the display of colors, but his thoughts were still on Alex, still trying to piece together the facts from the loose bit of fiction she seemed to want him to believe. “Alaska is about as different as you can get from Florida, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, it is,” she said. “My dad and I wanted to start over—we needed to, after Mom and Richie—” She took a breath as though catching herself from saying something more than she intended. “After they died, my dad and I flew to Miami to book a flight to someplace where we could start our lives over again. There was a globe in one of the bookstores at the terminal. Dad showed me where we were, then asked me to pick out the place where we should go next. I chose Alaska. When we got here, we figured Harmony sounded like it would be a friendly town for us to make a new home.”

  “And was it?”

  “Yeah,” she said, her voice a bit wistful. “It feels different to me now that he’s gone, though. I’ve been thinking it might be time for me to take another look at the globe, see another part of the country for a while.”

  Before Kade could probe any further down that path, the single engine’s rattle and shake was back with a vengeance. Alex sped them up again, but the noise and shudder persisted.

  “What’s going on?”

  “I’m going to have to take us down now,” she said. “There’s the Tulak cabin below. I’ll try to land as close as I can.”

  “All right.” Kade glanced out the window to the ground coming up beneath them more quickly than he liked. “Just try to put it down easy. I don’t see anything close to a runway down there.”

  He needn’t have been concerned. Alex brought the shuddering plane down onto its skis in a soft glide, managing to miss a couple of ancient spruces that seemed to materialize out of the darkness as they coasted over the top of the powdery snow. The cabin was right in front of them now, but Alex slowed the Beaver and steered into a gentle curve, navigating pretty damned tightly on precious little preparation for their abrupt landing.

  “Jesus, that was close,” he said as they came to a stop in the snow.

  “Think so?” Alex’s amused expression spoke volumes as she powered down the engine.

  She climbed out and Kade followed her up to the engine. She peered inside. “Dammit. Well, that explains the problem. A couple of screws must have jiggled loose of the engine cowling and fell out.”

  Kade knew as much about engine cowlings as he did knitting. And he had no business hoping the plane’s trouble would keep him stranded in the wild with Alex for a few hours. Better yet, a few nights.

  “So, what are you telling me, we’re grounded until we get some help?”

  “You’re looking at the help,” she told him, shooting him a grin as she walked back to grab her toolbox from the plane’s cargo hold.

  Part of Kade’s reason for bringing her out with him to the remote location had been to once and for all get to the bottom of what she knew about the Toms killings. Now, after the half-truth she’d told him about the deaths of her mother and brother, he had another reason to question her. And he told himself that if it did turn out that Alex knew something about the existence of the Breed—and all the more so if that knowledge had anything to do with the loss of her family members in Florida—then relieving her of the burden of that memory would be doing her a kindness.

  But this wasn’t just about his mission. He’d tried to convince himself it was, but duty had taken a swift backseat from the moment he arrived at Alex’s place today. The way his pulse hammered around this female sure as hell wasn’t part of the plan. His heart was still banging from the sudden landing, but as Alex came back to where he stood, looking smart and capable and too damned adorable as she went to work on the engine, the banging in his chest settled into a heavy throb.

  “You mind holding the flashlight for me?” She clicked it on and handed it to him, then stripped off her glove and fished around in her toolbox for a handful of odd-size screws and bolts. “A couple of these should do the trick until we get back home.”

  Kade watched her carefully hand-thread each screw into the mounting, wondering if the other warriors in Boston felt the same pride and amusement when they watched their mates doing what they did best.

  The thought jarred him as soon as it entered his mind … since when had he been the type to think about having a mate, let alone place Alexandra Maguire anywhere near that scenario? At best, she was a temporary obstacle in fulfilling his mission for the Order. At worst, she was a security risk for the entire Breed nation—one that he was duty-bound to silence, the sooner the better.

  But none of that mattered to his drumming heart, nor to the crackle of awareness that coursed through every vein and cell of his body as she finished her work not a few inches from him. Behind her, far in the distance, the green light of the aurora borealis was joined by a rising ribbon of red. The color framed Alex as she pivoted her head to look at him now, and he wondered if he’d ever seen anything quite so beautiful as her face haloed by the frozen magic of the Alaskan wilderness. She didn’t speak, just held his gaze with the same wordless intensity that he felt coursing through himself.

  Kade switched off the flashlight and set it down on top of the now-closed engine casing. He took off his gloves and reached for Alex’s bare hand, warming her cold fingers between the press of his warm palms. He held her hand in a light grasp, giving her the power to pull away if she didn’t want his touch. But she didn’t resist.

  She entwined her fingers through his, looking up into his eyes with raw, searching intensity. “What do you want from me, Kade? Please, I need to know. I need you to tell me.”

  “I thought I knew,” he said, then gave a slow shake of his head. “I thought I had it all figured out. God, Alex … meeting you has changed everything.”

  He freed one hand to cup it along the curve of her cheek, slipping his fingers between the hood of her parka and the velvety warmth of her face.

  “I can’t read you,” she said, frowning as she gazed up at him. “It makes me uncomfortable that I can’t figure you out.”

  He touched the tip of her nose, gave her a wry smile. “Too much gray in your black-and-white world?”

  Her expression stayed serious. “It scares me.”

  “Don’t be.”

  “You scare me, Kade. All my life, I’ve run from the things that frighten me, yet with you …” She released a slow, uncertain sigh. “With you, I can’t seem to stay away.”

  He stroked her cheek, smoothed the pads of his fingers over the light creases in her brow as she looked up at him. “There’s no reason to be afraid when you’re with me,” he told her, meaning it completely.

  But then he bent his head and pressed his lips to hers, and the kiss meant to be tender reassurance ignited into something wilder as Alex kissed him back so openly, teasing his mouth with the tip of her tongue. All of the heat that had leapt b
etween them the night before in Pete’s parking lot sprang to life again now, only swifter, more intense for the hours of longing Kade had known in between. He was on fire for this female, dangerously so. Kissing her was risky enough; desire already had his fangs stretching from his gums, his vision going sharp with the flood of amber light that would soon fill his irises.

  Seducing her had not been his goal here, no matter what his mission for the Order was, or how badly he wanted to unravel Alex’s secrets to satisfy his own personal curiosity.

  He drew back, his head held low, face turned away from her to hide the changes he could not let her see. Changes that would startle her.

  Changes that he would not be able to explain.

  “What is it?” she asked, her soft voice husky from the kiss. “Is anything wrong?”

  “No.” He shook his head, still cautious to keep his face shielded as he willed his lust to cool. “Nothing wrong at all. But it’s too damned cold to be standing out here. You must be freezing.”

  “I can’t say I’m feeling any chill at the moment,” she replied, making him smile despite the war raging inside him.

  “We should go inside.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he walked around to the passenger side of the plane. “I just need to grab my gear. Go on ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

  “All right.” She hesitated for a moment, then started walking toward the cabin, her boots crunching in the snow. “Bring some firewood while you’re at it. Folks use this place as a trail shelter now, so you should find some in the shed out back.”

  He waited until she had gone inside the log shelter before he pulled his weapons duffel out of the plane and headed around to look for the woodshed. The Arctic air slapped at him as he strode through the unspoiled snow. He welcomed the chafe of the bitter, cold weather. He needed the clarity of the icy wind.

  And still he burned inside for Alex.

  He wanted her badly, and it would take nothing short of a glacier swallowing him whole to douse any of the heat that she ignited in him.

  CHAPTER

  Fourteen

  Alex walked into the one-room cabin and closed the door behind her to seal out the cold and, she hoped, steal a minute of privacy so she could deal with the tumult going on inside her. She leaned back against the weathered panel and exhaled a long, tremulous sigh. “Get a grip on yourself, Maguire.”

  She wanted to pretend the kiss didn’t mean anything, that the simple fact Kade had pulled away first should tell her that even he thought letting things get heated between them was a bad idea. Except things were already heated. More than heated, and denying it wasn’t going to make the fact go away. There wasn’t anywhere far enough that Alex could run to outpace the desire she had for Kade. And the kicker was, she didn’t want to run from that feeling. For the first time in her life, there was something that scared the hell out of her but didn’t make her itchy to bolt.

  No, even worse, her feelings for Kade made her want to draw closer to him.

  Scarier still, she felt that Kade might be someone strong enough to lean on, strong enough for her to open up to—really open up to—about everything she’d been holding inside her for so long. Some part of her wanted to believe he might be the one man strong enough to stand beside her through any storm, even one thick with monsters, where the night had teeth and the wind roared, bloodthirsty with hunger.

  Kade would stand with her.

  Alex knew that in much the same way she had always known when someone lied to her. Although she couldn’t seem to read him as she could other people, the same innate sense of hers told her that it was because Kade was unlike other people in some way. He was unlike any man she’d ever met or might ever meet again.

  That same odd but unshakable instinct had been at work on the flight out from Harmony, when she had come so close to telling him the truth—all of it—about why she and her dad had fled Florida. The truth about what exactly had killed her mom and little brother.

  It had been a struggle to work against the impulse that wanted her to let Kade in, and as she’d tossed him the polished lie that she’d used on so many others without the slightest compunction, not being honest with Kade had made her feel awful. Imagine that—she’d withheld one of the most fundamental truths about herself from everyone in Harmony who’d known her since she was a child, yet after just a few days of flirting with a stranger, she was ready to lay it all out on the line for him.

  But Kade wasn’t a stranger to her now. He hadn’t felt like a stranger, not even that first night in the back of the church, when his bright silver eyes had met her gaze across the room.

  And if all they’d been doing in the time since was merely flirting, then why did her heart feel like it was battering against her sternum every time she was near him? Why did she feel, against all logic and reason, that she belonged with this man?

  With the cold of past memories and the uncertainty of the future crowding in on her, she needed something strong and warm to hold on to.

  Not just anything, or anyone … but him.

  She needed Kade’s warmth now—his strength—even if only for a little while.

  The woodshed in back of the cabin had a decent supply of seasoned, split logs, kept dry and stacked inside the snug outbuilding that bore Henry Tulak’s initials above the door. It was customary in the bush that wanderers looked out for one another, leaving fuel and food for the next person and respecting the land in order to preserve it for others as well as oneself.

  As Kade pulled from the supply and set his logs aside, he considered what he might leave in exchange for the fuel he would be burning for Alex in the cabin. He knelt down and unzipped his duffel bag. The only thing he carried that would prove useful to someone in the wild would be his weapons, but the Rogue-killing guns he carried were far too valuable to leave behind. A knife, then. He had more than one in his pack.

  As he reached into the duffel in search of a blade he could stand to part with, his boot heel caught on something hard and white, jammed between the floorboards of the woodshed.

  “What the hell?”

  He moved aside to get a better look at what he might have crushed under his foot. A bear tooth. The long, sharp ivory point was wedged deep into the seam of two boards, as though it had been ground in by countless boots before his. But it wasn’t the tooth itself that made Kade’s blood go cold in his veins. It was the thin length of braided leather attached to the tooth.

  Precisely the same kind of leather band that had been fastened to another bear tooth he’d seen just recently.

  The one he’d found stained with dried, aged human blood and hidden in Seth’s private cache of little treasures. The twisted collection of souvenirs, kept by a killer.

  His brother had been here.

  Ah, Christ … had Seth killed the human who’d been found dead and scavenged in this spot last year?

  Kade wanted to deny the proof in his hand as mere coincidence, but the coldness that settled in his chest told him that his twin had been in this very spot a winter ago, when Henry Tulak took his last breath.

  “Son of a bitch,” Kade whispered, sick with the understanding, even though he’d been searching for evidence of it since his arrival in Alaska.

  Now that it was staring him full in the face—the certainty that only an identical twin could have about his other half—there could hardly be any more denying what he’d known in his heart for a long time. His brother was a killer. No better than the Rogues Kade had always hated and now hunted as a member of the Order. Fury raked him, outrage not only at Seth but at himself, for still wanting to believe he was wrong about his brother. In his heart, Kade knew there was no mistake. No more doubt to excuse Seth, or the repugnance of his actions.

  Kade worked the bear tooth free with the tip of the knife and held it in front of him, staring in revulsion at the evidence that had just damned his brother. That same evidence now compelled Kade to do what was just and right—to do what was his duty, not only for the Ord
er but as a male whose personal code of honor demanded justice.

  He needed to find Seth and put an end to his killing.

  He needed to leave, right now. He was too on edge with fury and resolve to fly back to Harmony with Alex; he would head out on foot to begin his personal hunt while the noon daybreak was still a couple of hours away. He would cover the whole damned interior on foot if need be—call the wolves to help him find Seth if he couldn’t track him down fast enough on his own.

  Kade shoved the bear tooth charm into the front pocket of his jeans and set the knife on top of the logs, an offering in trade despite the fact that he had no use for the wood now. The only thing he needed now was to get the hell out of there and do the job that had brought him home to Alaska in the first place.

  By the time he made the trek around from the shed and up to the cabin, he was a powder keg of anger and deadly purpose. But when he opened the cabin door, ready to offer some lame excuse to Alex about why he had to abandon her there, he was greeted by warm air and the golden glow of a fire crackling in the small pipe stove in the center of the cabin.

  And Alex, seated within a fluffy nest of sleeping bags and soft wool blankets. Her blond hair was loosened from its braids, falling down in tousled waves around her bare shoulders. Bare, naked shoulders, just like her long, slender legs, which peeked out from beneath the tattered blanket that only partially covered her.

  Holy hell … beautiful, sexy Alex, naked and waiting for him.

  Kade cleared his throat, suddenly at a loss for words, let alone the excuses he meant to hand her about why he had to leave right away.

  “I, ah … I found some wood and matches in the bucket over there,” Alex said. “I thought I’d warm things up in here.”

  Warm it up? If she was any hotter, Kade’s body would have gone up in flames where he stood. His heart was still pounding from the unpleasant discovery in the woodshed, but now its rhythm took on a deeper, more urgent beat. He felt a muscle jerk violently in his jaw as he watched the soft firelight dance over her smooth, creamy skin.