King of the Damned by Juliana Stone

Author:Juliana Stone [Stone, Juliana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780062102317
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

She watched Kellen warily. From her vantage point she didn’t see any weapons, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t packing. In fact it most likely meant he was armed to the teeth. He wore a plain black T-shirt and military-style pants in the same shade. The boots on his feet could hold a dagger . . . or two, and she knew from experience Kellen’s pants were usually weighted down with a host of weaponry—all of it aimed at killing.

She clutched the edges of her T-shirt, tied them together, and zipped her leather jacket tight. Behind him lights from inside the house glowed softly, and she noticed that the light in her Nana’s rooms were lit as well. Small darts of it filtered between the boards that had been pounded across the shattered glass window.

Was it less than a week ago she’d been in ignorant bliss?

“What are you doing?” Kellen asked harshly.

His anger was palpable. She got it. But she sure as hell didn’t plan on taking the brunt of it.

Rowan pushed away from the shed and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket. The gloom was considerably lighter than only fifteen minutes ago, and she knew sunrise wasn’t far behind. She cracked her neck. God, she was so tired.

“Just getting some fresh air. You?”

His face darkened. Okay, maybe he was more than a little pissed. “I don’t care about your fucking boy toy, Ro. Let’s talk about our mother.”

Her heart clutched at the sound of her nickname and, for a second she thought that maybe things would be all right. That maybe he didn’t hate her as much as she feared and that he’d forgiven her for the last time they’d been together.

“If you’ve harmed one hair on Marie-Noelle’s head, I will make you pay.” Kellen spoke slowly, enunciating his words so that there was no doubt as to the depth of his anger toward her. His eyes flashed, and he took a step toward her. She noted the way his right hand was loose near his pocket. That wasn’t good.

Okay, so the whole hate thing was still ongoing.

Rowan studied her brother. He wasn’t the lanky young man from her past. A natural athlete who’d excelled at football, he’d always been tall and sported a fluid grace that had earned him a full ride to Harvard. Handsome and a born leader, his dark hair, vivid blue eyes, and absolute charm had made him very popular with the ladies.

But that was a long time ago. Back before Mallick and his curse and their mother’s downward spiral had created a rift so wide, she was pretty sure nothing would be able to fix it.

Gone was the young, easy-going man he used to be. He was now a hardened, powerful man whose body had matured into that of a soldier who could dish out a hell of a lot of hurt. There was a cruelty to his eyes now, and she didn’t doubt he could kill with his bare hands.

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