dark angel!. And didn't it just
have to be her luck that it was the one who always seemed to be in
a bad temper!
"What are you doing here?" she spat out,
wrapping the towel around her, twisting it over her breasts.
Kayne just watched her, his Prussian blue
eyes mesmerizing for long seconds as she tried to make herself
breathe. The room seemed to close in around her, pressing in,
making it hard to get air in her lungs whenever this man was in the
small private room and it had nothing to do with his intimidating
size.
She tried to edge past him from the small
bathroom to the bedroom but he didn't budge, just leaned against
the doorjamb as if he owned it, looking at her. Licking her lips,
Chayle straightened to her full five feet eight inches and pushed
past him, her nipples beading as they scraped his rough shirt.
Kayne nearly came in his jeans! His zipper
was already pressing a seam against his cock when he had walked in
and heard the shower going, just thinking about all of that wet
skin. Now her perky little nipples pebbled so nice and hard just
under the towel after brushing up against him and his cock jerked,
begging to come out to play.
" Easy, brother! You can't scare her like
that . . . she has been terrorized and brutalized enough. She won't
accept your touch so easy until she heals." Rafe's rational
echoed in his mind, but it wasn't a reminder Kayne needed.
Nightmares still haunted him of the cabin they had found her in,
her body hanging from those chains.
" Do we tell her the reason we haven't
been here since we brought her in, Rafe? " he growled back
silently, his uncertainty never showing in the frown while he
burned to kill all of them again.
The bruises on her legs peaked out from
under the towel, darker and harsh against her skin as they began to
heal. She tried to pull a soft T-shirt over her chestnut curls
pulling the towel lower around her waist and his breathing hitched
at the patches of skin revealed.
" It will be the only way to gain her
trust, me thinks," was the chuckling reply. Kayne continued to
watch the female as she slowly moved over to the small closet and
pulled a few clothes from it.
"What do you think you're doing?" he finally
said.
"Leaving!" Chayle hissed, trying to hold the
towel in place as she held the closet door open with her hip,
tugging the T-shirt over her small breasts. Thank goodness she
didn't need a bra, she groaned. No way could she handle the thing
against her chest right now with all of the bruising and minor cuts
under her breasts.
"That's what you think!" Kayne reached for
the shirt, only to have his hand batted away. He watched,
thunderstruck, as the sprite tried to hold the towel, grab the
shirt and hold the door all at the same time. "Hold still! You'll
harm yourself again," he growled, jerking the shirt from her.
"What do you care? You haven't been here to
see what they have been doing to me!" she screamed, frustration
winning over her efforts. She held onto the shirt like a determined
bulldog in spite of the fact that his big hand held it slightly
above her head.
"Please," she finally whispered, "let me get
dressed. And for your information . . . I didn't do this to
myself," he heard her breathe as she tried to turn from him.
Chayle's shocked eyes met Kayne's when he
reached for her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. "Did anyone
else harm you while you were here?"
It took Chayle a moment to realize that he
was clenching his jaw but the words were whispered, barely a breath
in the now quiet room. Tension filled the space between them as if
an electrical storm had moved into the small space, causing the
hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. Shivering, she could
only stare into his strange blue eyes and shake her head no.
"My brother and I have been absent because
we were hunting down the rest of those who would harm you and the
other women. There will be no one else coming for you, at least not
from those that were with that group." Kayne released the