Fallen from Grace [Part Two of the Thicker than Blood Series] Read Online Free PDF Page A

here?  The stranger nodded and began shrinking back into the woods.
     
    “Don't let me catch you around her again or we will have... problems.”  This time, it wasn't a speaking voice coming from him, but a growl – it echoed off the nearby trees and rocks.
     
    “Of course, never again,” he said and vanished into the trees.
     
    I stood there with my mouth open.  What did I just witness?  Could my life get any stranger?  “I – uh,” I tried to speak but my sentences were colliding in my mind.
     
    Dr. Amante turned towards me, his caramel-eyes soft and full of concern.  “Are you alright?”
     
    I stared, feeling myself nod.  “Do – do you know him?”
     
    His eyebrows came together, a storm raged behind his eyes as if he wasn't sure what he wanted to tell me.  “Yes,” he said and his gaze lightened but he offered nothing more.
     
    Anger started to rise, I could feel it's heat sting my face.  He wasn't going to tell me shit.  “How did you find me?”  I demanded, placing my hands on my hips.
     
    “I was out for a walk and saw you from the vantage point over there.”
     
    My eyes followed the direction of his hand and my jaw clenched.  There was no way he could see me from there.  W hat the fuck!   Something snapped inside of me.  I was tired of this mysterious bullshit!  “Okay, enough of this.  What the hell is going on, Amante?  What's with you disappearing on me all of the time and how do you know that guy?” 
     
    His eyes studied me for a moment before he held out his hand.  “Please come away from the ledge.”
     
    My eyes narrowed.  I felt that I was going to spit fire at any moment.  “I'm not moving one fucking inch until you tell me what the hell is going on.”  I needed answers.
     
    That's when I saw it... he almost smiled.  “I will answer all of your questions tomorrow and not before.  Please come -”
     
    I cut him off.  “No!  I've been spinning my wheels for too long and I'm as confused as hell!  I deserve to know what's going on.  I want answers now , dammit!”
     
    This time, he did smile.  It wasn't in arrogance or any other negative way... it was kind and warm... almost like he was... proud ?  “I promise I will answer all of your questions tomorrow.  Please come down.”  His hand still stretched out in my direction.
     
    Tomorrow.  It was always tomorrow, wasn't it?   I sighed.  The hesitation I felt was slowly eroding in light of his tenderness.  I rolled my eyes.  “Alright, fine!  You'd better tell me tomorrow, Amante, or there will be hell to pay.”  My fingers found his and he gently pulled me away from the cliff's edge.
     
    “Please call me Alex... and there's always hell to pay.”  He smiled.
     
    “Is there?”
     
    “For me, yes.”
     
    I smiled in spite of myself, standing just two feet from him.  I wasn't sure what to say now.  I was grateful for his assistance, but I still had too many questions.  When he squeezed my hand, I realized we were still touching.
     
    “Have dinner with me.”
     
    As if on cue, my stomach rumbled.  Having brought only a canteen of water with me, I was damned near starving.  I eyed him none-the-less.  “Tonight?”
     
    His caramel eyes sparkled as he nodded.  “Say you will.”
     
    I considered him for a moment.  Every night I had seen him before left me with tons of questions... why would I dream to think dining with him would be any different?  He promised me answers to my questions tomorrow... “Let's have dinner tomorrow.”
     
    He tilted his head slightly and smiled.  “Tonight.  I'll be a perfect gentleman.”
     
    “Why don't I believe that?” I laughed.
     
    He looked at me with sincerity.  “Have dinner with me, Kenna.”
     
    There was just something about him... something that, in spite of it all, made me feel comfortable.  I sighed.  “Fine,” I heard myself say.
     
    Alex beamed and brushed a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek.  “Let us go