Kindred: A Salvation Society Novel by Kristin Vayden & Salvation Society

Author:Kristin Vayden & Salvation Society [Vayden, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Thorns Press
Published: 2020-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

One moment she was quickly outlining details, and the next moment she was frozen in an icy gaze that was anything but cold. How could blue ice be hot? But it was, and sweltering. Her body ignited, heat traveling from her face to her neck and lower, pooling in her belly with an unfamiliar desire that left her senseless. The world closed in, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his, but rather, bathed in it shamelessly.

A knock sounded on the door, and a maid bustled in. As quickly as it had happened, Emerson straightened and paced away from her, his broad back retreating even as her heart pounded out an excited rhythm. The maid set the tea service on the side table, gave her a quizzical glance and then quit the room.

Jaxsen flicked her gaze back to Emerson, remembering his words.

I’m going to kiss you…

She breathed in the promise, wondering just where she’d left her wits during the day, and if it would be possible to backtrack and find them, since they were so apparently missing.

Her fingers were tingling, an odd mix of anticipation and something she desperately hated — fear. This Viking god… He held one power over her that she’d yet to find in others.

The ability to hurt her.

Not in an area that could heal with time. But deep in her heart. It was utterly terrifying and yet exhilarating at the same time. But risky, too risky. So, with a fierce tamping down of her emotions, she shrugged at his back and forced her tone into a blasé tenor. “And what did you do today? Unless it was to solve world hunger, I think my day was decidedly more productive.”

“Is it always a competition?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder and spearing her with his ice-blue eyes.

She gave a inward shiver of appreciation.

“Yes, always.”

He arched a brow and turned to face her, his broad shoulders just as imposing from the front as the back.

She trained her eyes on his, waiting.

“I returned to the area we visited last night and came back with several observations that seem to coincide nicely with what you’ve learned.”

“Ah, how convenient.”

“I rather thought so.” He grinned. As he proceeded to list the information learned, Jaxsen grudgingly gave him credit for a job well done, even if the credit was only given in her mind. He was correct; there were several connections between her gleaned information and his.

“So, we unearthed why they are convening in the textile district, and we know that they are using Volland’s merchant vessels to transport… something.”

“I’m assuming dresses.”

“No.” She frowned and leaned forward on the smooth wooden desk.

“Tea?” Emerson’s voice intruded on her thoughts.

“What? No, why would they use tea?” She gave a confused glance to him, then belatedly noted he was offering her a cup, rather than offering an answer to her question.

“Yes, please. Two sugars, cream. If I must drink tea, it has to be masked as dessert.”

“Ah, so you want some tea in your sugar.

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