by Lara Adrian
“It’s about ten below out there. A man could freeze off something vital,” he said, having the nerve to quirk his lips into an amused half smile. “My clothes are inside. As you can see, I wasn’t dressed for company. Or for a shoot-out on the tundra.”
His wry, easy humor deflated most of her trepidation. Without waiting for her to reply—without any regard at all for the loaded firearm still aimed dead-center on him—he pivoted around and walked deeper inside Pop’s house.
Good lord, those fascinatingly odd tattoos wrapped all the way around to his back, too. They seemed to move with him, accentuating the lean, hard muscle that bunched and flexed with his every step.
“No need for you to stand out there in the cold, either,” he said, his deep voice doing something crazy to her pulse as he disappeared from her sight. “Stow the gun and come inside if you want to talk.”
“Shit,” Alex breathed on a huff.
She let her arms relax, not quite sure what just happened. The guy was unbelievable. Was he that arrogant or just plain crazy?
She had half a mind to squeeze off a warning shot, just to let him know she was serious, but at that same moment, Luna gave a short whine and loped back up the steps and into the house behind him. Disloyal mutt.
With a low-muttered curse, Alex lowered the pistol and cautiously walked up to the porch and the open door of what had been almost a second home to her for the past several years. As she entered Pop’s place now, it couldn’t have felt more foreign to her. Wrong in every way.
Without Pop Toms’s booming voice to greet her as she walked in, the house felt colder, darker, emptier than ever. Thankfully, there was no blood spilled within, as he and Teddy had either run or been chased outside before their killer managed to catch them. Everything looked just as it would be if they’d been there, only it chilled Alex like some kind of alternate reality that had collided with the one she knew.
Out of place in the cramped living room was a black leather duffel bag that sat unzipped on the skirted orange-and-brown plaid sofa. Alex stole a quick look at the contents, noting a couple changes of clothes inside and a rather nasty hunting knife that had been removed from its sheath and set atop a pair of black military-style fatigues.
But the gleaming, serrated blade that looked as though it would make short work of a grizzly’s hide was merely an appetizer for the rest of the weaponry laid out in Pop’s living room.
A high-powered rifle with a blunted barrel was propped in the corner nearest the door. Beside it on the scarred lamp table that Pop Toms had made with his own hands as a wedding gift for his wife some three decades ago was a book-size case of custom rounds. The tips of the big, shiny bullets were pointed and capped, the kind of ammunition that ripped through the toughest flesh and bone in an instant, showing no mercy and taking no prisoners. Another gun, a semiautomatic 9mm that easily trumped her .45 revolver, rested in a black chest holster next to the case of hollow points.
Having lived in the bush most of her life, Alex didn’t cower at the sight of weapons or hunting gear, but this personal arsenal—and the awareness that the man who owned it had suddenly, silently, returned to the room with her—took her aback.
She glanced up to find him shrugging into a thick gray chamois shirt and rolling the sleeves off’ his forearms. The fascinating array of tattoos disappeared as he worked a couple of the buttons closed in front. In the tight confines of the room, Alex caught the scent of Arctic air and crisp pine, as well as something wilder that seemed to cling to him and made her senses come to full attention.
God, had she been so long without male companionship that her survival instinct was broken? She didn’t think so, and then again, she wasn’t the only female in the room to be affected by this stranger who’d appeared out of nowhere last night. Luna had parked her traitorous butt at his feet and gazed up adoringly at him while he reached down and scratched her behind the ears. Normally the wolf dog was cautious around strangers, wary of new people, but not with him.
If she needed someone to vouch for a person’s character, she could do a lot worse than listen to Luna’s instincts. For that matter, Alex had her own internal gauge for judging whether she could trust someone, a sort of instinctual lie-detector that she’d been aware of since she was a child. Unfortunately, in order for it to work, she needed to be close enough to touch the person—even a simple brush of her fingers against someone was usually connection enough for her to tell if she was being lied to.
Tempting as it was to put her hands on some of this guy’s bare skin, it would also mean setting down her gun. Frankly, she didn’t think it would be smart to get that friendly just yet.
“Who are you?” Alex demanded, wondering if he would answer this time. “What were you doing at the town meeting in Harmony, and what business do you have being out here? This is a crime scene you’re compromising, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“I noticed. And the three feet of fresh snow burying the place had compromised it long before I got here,” he said without apologizing, still rubbing his big hand over Luna’s head and under her chin while the dog practically drooled with contentment.
Alex could have sworn something unspoken passed between man and canine in the moment before Luna rose and came strolling back to Alex to lick her hand.
“Name’s Kade,” he said, pinning her with that shrewd, steady, silver gaze. He reached out and offered his hand, but Alex hadn’t quite decided if she could trust him that far yet. He hesitated for a moment, then let his arm fall back down to his side. “I gather from what I heard last night that you were close to the victims. I’m sorry for your loss, Alex.”
It unnerved her, the way he said her name with such easy familiarity. She didn’t like the way his voice, and his uninvited, unexpected compassion seemed to reach inside her chest and wrap itself around her senses. She didn’t know him, and she definitely didn’t need his sympathy.
“You’re not from around here,” she said abruptly, needing to maintain some sense of distance as the walls seemed to crowd in on her the longer she was in his presence. “But you’re not from Outside, either. Are you?”
He gave a vague shake of his head. “I was born in Alaska, grew up north of Fairbanks.”
“Oh? Who’s your family?” she asked, trying to sound conversational rather than interrogatory.
He blinked, just once, a slow shuttering of his remarkable eyes. “You wouldn’t know my family.”
“You might be surprised. I know a lot of people,” she said, pressing all the harder for his evasiveness. “Try me.”
His broad lips curved at the corners. “Is that an invitation, Alex?”
She cleared her throat, caught off guard by the innuendo, but even more so by the sharp kick of her pulse as he let the question hang between them. He walked toward her then, an easy, long-legged stride that brought him to within arms’ reach of her.
God, he was gorgeous. All the more so up close. His lean face was sharp angles and strong bones, his black brows and lashes setting off the wintry color and keen intelligence of his eyes, which tilted ever so slightly at the corners. Wolfish eyes. A hunter’s eyes.
Alex felt snared in them as he came even closer. She felt the heat of his hand on hers, then a firm but gentle pressure as he carefully extracted the pistol from her fingers.
He offered it back to her in the open palm of his hand. “You won’t need to use this, I promise.”
When she mutely accepted the gun and returned it to its holster behind her back, he strode over to the sofa and sheathed the wicked blade that had been resting at the top of his open duffel.
“You must have been shaken up pretty badly, being one of the first to see what had happened here.”
“It wasn’t a good day,” she said, the understatement of the year. “The Tomses were decent people. They didn’t deserve to die like this. No one does.”
“No,” he replied soberly. “Nobody deserves this kind of death. Except the beasts responsible for what happe
ned to your friends.”
Alex looked at him as he closed the lid on his lethal rounds and put the case back into his bag. “Is that what brought you here—you and all these weapons? Did someone from Harmony hire you to come in and slaughter an innocent pack of wolves? Or are you here to collect on your own instead?”
He cocked his head in her direction. “No one hired me. I’m a problem solver. That’s all you need to know.”
“Bounty hunter,” she muttered, with more venom than probably was wise. “What happened out here had nothing to do with wolves.”
“So you said last night in that meeting.” His voice was more level than she’d heard it thus far. And when he looked at her, it was with a probing intensity that made her take a step backward on the boot heels of her Sorels. “Nobody believed you.”
“Do you?”
If possible, that hard silver gaze mined deeper. As though he could see right through her, all the way down to the memories she could not bear to relive. “Tell me what you know, Alex.”
“You mean, tell you more about the footprint I found outside?”
He gave the barest shake of his head. “I mean the rest of it. How is it that you can be so certain these killings weren’t done by animals? Did you see the attack?”
“No, thank God,” she answered quickly.
Too quickly maybe, because he took a step toward her, scowling now. Sizing her up.
“What about the video? Is there more of it somewhere? Something beyond the footage shot after the killings had occurred?”
“What?” Alex had no need to feign confusion now. “What video? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Three days ago, a cell phone video clip was shot out here and posted to an illegal site on the Internet.”
“Oh, my God.” Appalled, Alex brought her hand up to her mouth. “And you saw it?”
The tendon that jerked in his cheek was confirmation enough. “If you know something more about the slayings that took place here, I need you to tell me now, Alex. It’s very important that I have all the information I can get.”
If Alex had been tempted to blurt everything out last night in the town meeting, now, as she stood alone before this man—this stranger who rattled her inexplicably on every level of her being—the words clogged up tight in her throat. She didn’t know him. She wasn’t at all sure she could trust him, even if she did somehow ratchet up the nerve to drag her darkest suspicions into the light.
“Why are you really here?” she asked him softly. “What are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for answers, Alex. I’m looking for the same thing I believe you are—the truth. Maybe there’s a way for us to help each other.”
The sharp trill of Alex’s cell phone broke the lengthening quiet. It rang again, giving her the excuse she needed to put a few paces between herself and the man whose presence seemed to be sucking all the air out of the room. Alex turned away from him and connected to the call.
It was Jenna, phoning to remind her that they were supposed to meet up for dinner at Pete’s tonight. Alex murmured a hasty confirmation but stayed on the phone after Jenna said her good-byes and disconnected. “Yeah, no problem,” Alex said into the dead air of the receiver. “I’m on my way right now. I’ll be there in twenty minutes, tops. All right. Yep, bye.”
She stuffed the phone into the pocket of her parka and pivoted back to face Luna’s new favorite person, who was now seated on the sofa with Alex’s dog lying at his feet. “I have to get going. Deliveries to make before sundown, and then I’m meeting a friend for dinner in town.”
She was anxious to get away now, but why did she feel compelled to make excuses to this man? What should he care why she was leaving as though she couldn’t run out of there fast enough?
Alex subtly snapped her fingers and called Luna’s name. To the wolf dog’s credit, she ambled over without looking too heartbroken to be summoned away from him.
“I’ll let Officer Tucker know that you were here today,” she added, figuring it couldn’t hurt to remind him that she was friendly with the police.
“You do that, Alex.” He didn’t get up from his negligent slouch on Pop Toms’s sofa. “Be careful out there. I’ll see you around.”
Alex caught his slow-spreading grin as she rounded up Luna and headed out the door of the cabin. Although she didn’t dare look behind her, she could feel those quicksilver eyes at the back of her neck, watching her as she hopped on her snowmachine with Luna and gave the motor some juice. She’d driven out a few hundred yards before another thought hit her.
She hadn’t seen another sled parked anywhere.
So just how the hell had he made the forty-plus-mile trip from Harmony all the way north through the open wilderness?
CHAPTER
Seven
Kade waited out the short few hours of daylight in the cabin at the Toms settlement. As soon as it was safe for him and his solar-sensitive Breed skin to venture outside, he took off on foot once more, this time heading for the ten-thousand-acre plot of land his family owned north of Fairbanks.
He wondered how he would be greeted in his father’s Darkhaven compound—he, the prodigal, the unapologetic black sheep, who’d left a year ago without excuse or explanation, and never looked back. He felt some guilt for that, but didn’t figure anyone would believe him if he said it.
He wondered if Seth would be at the compound when he arrived, and, if so, what his brother would say about the killings that had brought Kade home from Boston to investigate on behalf of the Order.
But more than any of that, Kade wondered what it was that Alexandra Maguire was hiding.
Kade had enough personal experience with keeping secrets to guess that the attractive female bush pilot wasn’t being entirely honest about what she knew of the recent deaths—not with the townsfolk or local law enforcement, nor with him earlier today. Possibly not even with herself.
He could have pushed her for the truth when he’d met her at the Toms settlement, but Alex didn’t seem the type to be forced into doing anything she didn’t want to do. Kade would need to win her trust in order to win the information he needed from her.
He might even have to seduce it out of her, an idea he considered with far too much interest. Yeah. Tough job, getting close to Alexandra Maguire. Every mission should demand that onerous a task.
Thoughts of how he would play things with her the next time he saw her made the hours and miles fall away behind him. In no time, he had reached the huge tract of forested, virgin wilderness that had been in his family’s possession for centuries. The familiar smell of the woods and the earth that lay dormant beneath the snow put a tightness in his chest. For so long, this expanse of land had been his home, his kingdom and domain.
How many times had he and Seth run wild and whooping through this very forest, brothers-in-arms, young lords of the chase? Too many to recall.
But Kade remembered the night that the idyll of their shared childhood had ended. He still felt the weight of that moment in the cold hand of dread that clamped down on the back of his neck as he approached the sprawling compound of hand-hewn log buildings that comprised his father’s Darkhaven.
Unlike most Breed civilian communities, this Darkhaven had no perimeter fence or closed-circuit security cameras. There were no guards posted along the way, either. Then again, this far out in the bush, there was no need. The land itself acted as sentry to the many residences and the people living within them. Harsh, remote, expansive.
If the predators on four legs didn’t dissuade any unwanted human visitors from stumbling onto the property, Kade’s father and the roughly twenty other Breed males living inside the Darkhaven would be happy to take care of them.
Kade trudged through the snowy path that led up to the large main house. He knocked on the doorjamb, uncomfortable entering the place unannounced.
His father’s younger brother came to the door and opened it. “What are you doing standing out there in the snow,
Seth …?”
“Uncle Maksim,” Kade said, tipping his head in greeting when recognition lit up the other male’s face. “How are you, Max?”
The Breed male was nearly three hundred years old but, like all of their kind, looked to be in the prime of life with his unlined face and thick brown hair. “I am well,” he replied. “This is certainly a welcome surprise, Kade. Your father will be so pleased that you are home.”
Kade resisted the urge to chuckle at that sentiment, but only because he knew his uncle meant it as kindness. “Is he here?”
Maksim nodded. “In his study. My God, it’s a relief to see you again and to know that you are alive and well. You’d been away so long without contact, I’m afraid many of us had assumed the worst about you.”
“Yeah,” Kade said, knowingly wry. “I get that a lot. Will you tell my father I’m here?”
His uncle clapped him lightly on the shoulder. “I’ll do better than that. Come with me. I’ll take you to him myself.”
Kade followed the big male through the massive residence to the private study that overlooked the broad western range of the property. Maksim rapped his knuckles on the door, then squeezed the latch and pushed it open.
“Kir. Look who’s returned home, my brother.”
Kade’s father turned away from an open program on his computer, rotating in his large leather chair to face them. Kade watched the stern expression darken from one of surprise and relief, to one of confusion and not-too-mild disappointment when he realized it was the prodigal son who waited at the threshold, not the favored one. The scowl deepened. “Kade.”
“Father,” he replied, knowing there would be no emotional embraces or warm welcomes as his father got up from his seat and strode around to the front of his long desk.
He spared only the barest glance at his brother who stood behind Kade near the door. “Leave us, Maksim.”
Kade felt rather than saw his uncle’s silent, obedient retreat from the room. He watched his father instead, seeing the harsh disapproval in the dark gaze that pinned him across the distance of the private study. Kade set down his duffel of belongings and weaponry and awaited his father’s displeasure.