Hunting Medusa: The Medusa Trilogy, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

knew, the Medusas didn’t have his ability to undo locks with just a touch, only to do protective spells for their homes. And clearly hers needed to be refreshed. Too late now.
    Her dark hair framed her pale face on the pillow. Just a few minutes ago, her cheeks had been flushed with pleasure. Now they were nearly as pale as the wall behind the bed.
    He strode back to her, frowning, and touched the pulse in the hollow of her throat. Strong and steady. Relief rushed along his veins. He pushed a short curl away from her temple, then realized what he was doing and pulled back his hand, curling his fingers into a fist.
    He couldn’t have her. Shouldn’t want her.
    His only job here was to take the amulet and kill her.
    He clenched his jaw and turned from the bed again. He would kill her. He had to. But not until he figured out a way to get the amulet.
    He left the room and went downstairs where he’d left his things in the kitchen, turning off lights as he went. He cleaned up the bloody mess from their earlier struggle—and changed into clean clothes so he could wash the blood out of the ones he’d been wearing. At the wooden table, he booted up his computer, trying hard not to think about the very tempting woman he’d left upstairs in her bed.
    His enemy .
     
     
    When Andrea woke in the morning, it was because she’d tried to roll onto her right side and found she couldn’t. She opened her eyes to see her left wrist handcuffed to the headboard. And everything that had happened last night came back to her in a rush.
    “Bastard,” she muttered, scooting toward the headboard and pushing herself awkwardly upright. “Hey, Harvester!” she shouted.
    After a second, she heard a thump from the kitchen then slow footsteps to the stairwell.
    She glared at the doorway, impatience bubbling. She tried to tamp it down. She needed a plan. Especially now that she knew the tattoo was the legendary amulet protecting her family.
    She needed her dagger back.
    After an interminable pause, his footsteps started up the stairs.
    Andi held her breath until he came to a stop in the doorway, his green eyes wary. And bleary. He’d been sleeping. Good. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said. If he was still only half-awake, maybe she could surprise him. Something.
    He sighed, then came into the room, looking more aware as he fished the handcuff keys from a pocket of his khaki cargo pants.
    She watched him carefully, looking for an opening of some sort.
    She didn’t get one. Instead he climbed onto the bed and straddled her thighs before fitting the key into the cuff on the headboard. Then he captured her cuffed wrist and held it tight, his gaze hard on her face.
    “I’ve made certain you can’t lock yourself in the bathroom anymore,” he said evenly. “Your dagger is out of reach, and I’ve put away anything else you could potentially use as a weapon. If you don’t come out of the bathroom in three minutes, I’m coming in after you. Do I make myself clear?”
    “I can’t shower in three minutes,” she sputtered.
    “You didn’t mention showering.” His gaze narrowed on hers for a moment, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. “Showering will have to wait. Three minutes.”
    She swallowed back the frustrated growl working up her throat. “Fine.”
    Kallan climbed off her, though he kept her wrist in his grip to steer her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. “I’ll be waiting right here.” He released her and pulled the door shut between them.
    Andi glared at the wood panel.
    “Two minutes, fifty-five seconds,” he said from the other side.
    She did growl this time, whirling away from the door. While she brushed her teeth, she examined the handcuffs, wondering if she had anything in the house that would pick the lock. Or if he’d left her anything to use.
    “Fifty-two seconds.” Though his tone was even, she heard the warning underneath it.
    She spat in the sink and rinsed her toothbrush under the stream