she was covered in her own
blood and looked ready to fall over from
sheer exhaustion. “Come on. I’ll show you
where the shower is.”
Gratefulness filled her expression as
she followed him. It only reaffirmed he’d
made the right decision not to question her
further.
Once she was showered and rested,
however, he wouldn’t show restraint.
* * *
Melina stood under the powerful shower
jets of one of the guest bathrooms in
Kiernan’s condo. From what she gathered,
he lived on the entire top floor. It was
only seven stories up, but she didn’t plan
to go out to the balcony anytime soon. She
and heights did not mix.
She’d tossed her dress onto the shiny
white tile of the bathroom floor. She
almost felt bad because the place was so
pristine. Like a freaking hotel. No warmth
or personal touches anywhere. Just
abstract paintings pictures dotted various
walls. And everything was so masculine.
The warm water coursing over her was
like heaven. Thanks to Kiernan’s blood
she felt almost like new. A little tired, but
not like she should have been. For a
moment she’d been tempted to tell him
about her natural healing abilities but had
held back. It wasn’t common knowledge
and her father would be incredibly angry
if she told a vampire about it.
The upside of her gift was that she
could heal most animals, humans, shifters,
and pretty much any supernatural being—
unless they were too far gone like the
sweet mastiff from earlier that day. In
worst case scenarios it drained her to the
point of incredible weakness, and it took a
long time for her to heal. It was the reason
she’d become a vet as opposed to entering
another medical field. Healing animals
didn’t drain her nearly as much as other
beings did.
Once she was sure all the blood was
washed clean, she stepped from the giant
glass and stone enclosed shower and
slipped on the fluffy blue robe Kiernan
had left for her. Since it was almost her
size and definitely too small for him, she
wondered who it belonged to but pushed
down the unfamiliar feeling of jealousy.
Kiernan had the ability to make her
claws unsheathe without doing a damn
thing. All she had to do was think about
him with another woman and she was
ready to claw someone’s eyes out. It went
so against her personality it shocked her to
her core.
“Find everything okay?” Kiernan’s
deep, familiar voice made her jerk around
from drying her hair at the mirror.
She placed a hand over her chest. “I
didn’t even hear you.” That surprised her.
With her heightened senses she should
have, but she’d been too wrapped up in
her own thoughts.
His dark gaze traveled from her face,
practically caressed her covered breasts,
then dipped all the way to her painted pink
toenails.
Unable to stop her physical reaction,
her nipples beaded almost painfully.
Almost as if he knew, his lips curved up
slightly as his eyes landed on her face
once again. “I turned this back on and it’s
been ringing nonstop since you got in the
shower.” Sighing, he held out her cracked
cell, as if it was the last thing he wanted to
give her.
Frowning, she took it, looking at the
cracked face. “I didn’t think it was
working.”
“I didn’t either. Looks like it just got
turned off in your struggle.”
She’d need to replace it but she was
thankful it worked. Now she could at least
call her family and tell them she was all
right. After what happened she knew she
should probably go home to the safety of
her pack, but she didn’t want to. They’d
keep her under lockdown and she loathed
the thought of living like that. At least with
Kiernan she’d have some freedom. “Do
you think . . . I could stay with you?”
His eyes darkened to a midnight black
as he nodded. He growled low in his
throat in answer.
Something about that look made her
entire body flare to life. She’d been on the
receiving end of his focus once and it had
threatened
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