he wouldn’t be able to go with her. Yes, he could try and leave the canyon, but he couldn’t keep Nancy with him. And once she wasn’t by his side, calming him, the monster would surely return.
Chances were good that whatever life destined for him would be here, in this canyon, for eternity, or until he got his brother Cameron to end that life for him.
“You heard someone?” She sat up. Her gaze still cloudy with sleep, she shook her head and looked around.
“You’re stronger now. We can make it to the road. Someone will find you there.”
“Us. You mean us, right?” She rubbed at her arms as if chilled.
“Are you cold?” He had no coat or blanket to give her, and he knew touching her would be a mistake. He held back, uncertain.
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not, but I should be. It’s cold here, isn’t it?” A line formed between her brows.
“You’re better. That’s why you don’t feel cold.” Sure now he was making the right choice, Dorian stood and pulled Nancy to her feet too. He led her out of the cave.
Despite the hour— well past eight in the morning, Dorian calculated— there was little light in the canyon. There was never much light here, part of the canyon’s curse, but this morning an additional fog crowded the area, and a light drizzle fell to the ground.
Nancy slicked her hand over her arm, sending water splattering off of her skin. “Still not cold,” she murmured.
“Here.” Afraid she would continue to analyze how she was feeling and realize her body had changed, was changing, Dorian broke the pact he had made with himself and, draping his arm over her shoulders, pulled her against him.
She slid her arms around his waist. “The road. How far is it?” she asked.
Dorian couldn’t focus on her words. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of her body against his. It felt so right. She felt so right. How could he let her go?
He tightened his jaw. He just would. Because he had to.
“Not far,” he replied, although he knew the mile walk would feel like eternity.
The cave was tucked back from the main part of the canyon. They had to walk through a narrow pass littered with rocks that had fallen from above.
Nancy stumbled, and Dorian pulled her closer.
Her legs were still shaky. She wasn’t well yet, but she was already recovered enough anyone who saw her after the accident would question what had happened since.
Nancy would have no answer for them, and Dorian had none to give her, not that she could share.
“Do you go to school?” she asked after they had walked a bit.
“No.” Dorian pressed his lips together. He needed to begin distancing himself from her. Answering her questions, pretending they could share even just conversation, would only increase the difficulty of what he had to do.
“Oh, so you have a job?”
A job. Yes, that’s what you could call it, one dirty job after another, working for his father.
“Family business,” he replied. A twig cracked, not nearby but close enough that Dorian twitched at the sound. He hadn’t sensed or smelled anything strange since leaving the cave, but he had been focused on Nancy, focused on pretending he wasn’t focused on Nancy.
“That must be—”
Something dropped from the sky in front of them. A body, a male, landed in a crouch on the ground.
Dorian shoved Nancy behind him, into a line of brush where she wouldn’t be seen, and spun toward the threat. His fangs extended, he hissed.
His brother, Cameron, hissed back at him.
“What have you done, Dorian? What have you done?” Silver glinted from Cameron’s hand.
Dorian’s loving brother had come to find him, stake in hand.
Chapter 5
Nancy stumbled backward, startled and unsure what was happening. Her foot hit a root, and she fell into a bush. Thorns and branches tore at her clothing and hair. She heard a hiss, loud and unnatural. The hair on the back of her neck rose, and, using her heels, she pushed her body farther