Icarus; The Kindred (A Paranormal Romance) Read Online Free PDF

this?"
    "You were out of it."
    "When?"
    "After I pinned you to the wall. You're a little stronger than I thought, hence the steel cuffs. You blacked out with the drugs, then came to with a vengeance." He stands. "I should have been more careful. I know what withdrawal can do."
    He leans against the opposing wall and I can't tell what he's feeling. His mouth holds no expression. His eyes are sedated but he watches me like I'm a rabid dog, unsure of my next move. Not that he's afraid of me, just the opposite. His body language indicates that he thinks what they are all saying about Icarus is the truth and that he has a full hold on the situation. In other words, he thinks I'm the irrational nut job.
    But why would I have dreamed about you?
    Those weren't dreams, they're memories.
    The sound of his voice in my head brings with it the same feeling you get right after you barely miss being in a car wreck. My hands tingle and all the blood rushes to my midsection. "I have no idea how you just did that, but don't even think about doing it again," I breathe.
    "Tell me about your life," he says, brushing off what just happened.
    "The one that everyone here keeps telling me is a lie? Why bother, so you can dramatically tell me the same thing? You guys really ought to get on the same page. This repetition is obnoxious."
    "No," he says calmly, "tell me about your life now."
    Okay, now I feel kind of stupid. "You already know I'm an assassin or you wouldn't have used Blake as bait. What else could you possibly want to know that isn't implied by my career?"
    He looks me directly in the eyes and I want to turn away, but I can't. "Your
dreams
changed this past year."
    "And?"
    "You never wondered why the dynamic had changed? I don't believe that for a second."
    "You don't know me well enough to
believe
anything about me."
    He arches one brow. "I know you well enough to know that your inner thigh is particularly sensitive."
    I didn't even know I was capable of blushing.
    "Your left shoulder aches from time to time, you hate the sound of crows and even vampiric vision can't make up for how dreadful your driving is." He sits down beside me again. "Everything is the same as before you were taken. Yet something feels different. Can you explain that?"
    I lift my arm, the one with the bandage on it. "The same? I beg to differ. It's so far from being the same, I can't even quantify it. I can't explain how you found out what you did about me. My life will never … " my voice fades as I fight the panic. I take a moment and focus on my breathing. The scars on my back, the burn marks, seem to come alive, accompanied by a renewed fear of High Coven's justice. "My life will never be the same." I rub the ache in my chest with the heel of my hand. It's like I'm drowning and I can't catch my breath.
    "If I took off the cuffs, would you play nice?" he asks doubtfully.
    "Yes," I lie.
    He waits for what feels like a good two minutes before acting, then seems to take what I've said as the truth and reaches over to take them off. I give it a few seconds—enough time for my strength to return—before I lean in and kiss him.
    My plan was to knock him out once I had him off his guard, but the second his mouth touches mine, I'm lost. This isn't like my dreams, where reason was obscured and our actions, however illicit, were hazy. The feel of his arm around my waist feels too right, the searing heat of his kiss too real. I let it go on for far too long before I finally do as I'd intended.
    "You brought this on yourself," I say. "I was cuffed for a reason."
    He's out cold. I have no idea why I'm still talking to him. And this feels wrong, just like when I took down Blake. At least Blake put up some semblance of fight. Where's the fight? It can't be this easy.
    I make it to my feet and look at where he's slumped over on the bed. His hair is in his face, but the strong line of his jaw is still visible. I can't move at first and for a fleeting second, I think that for