Moonlight Kin 4: Tristan by Jordan Summers

Author:Jordan Summers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: new orleans, paranormal romance, wolves, supernatural, werewolves, law enforcement, contemporary fantasy, fairytales, legends myths, legends and folklore

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Tristan tried not to show any reaction when the tarot cards were turned over. He didn’t believe in those kinds of things, but Everly wasn’t a normal reader. She was a Sighted-One, so he couldn’t dismiss her findings out of hand.

It bothered him that she saw him and Isabel as lovers. Not because he couldn’t imagine it anymore, but because he could. She’d worked her way under his skin and Tristan had no idea how to get Isabel out.

He touched the lodestone around his neck. Thus far, he hadn’t felt even the slightest pulse. Perhaps the Darkling had left New Orleans. Wishful thinking on his part, since it hadn’t gotten what it had come for.

Tristan glanced at Isabel. Her fair skin glowed in the sunlight. It was a stark contrast to her purple sundress, yet somehow as a whole it worked. Too well for his peace of mind.

Human males walked by with their necks craning to get a better look at her.

A growl rose from Tristan’s chest before he could stop it. Isabel didn’t seem to notice the men, but she certainly heard the growl. Her gaze cut to his, and her hazel eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

Tristan stared at her for a moment. “Making sure people mind their manners.”

“What?” she asked in confusion.

She had been totally unaware of the attention. Isabel really didn’t know what kind of effect she had on men, had on him. Tristan clasped her hand and tugged.

“This way,” he said. They’d take a stroll along the river then circle back into the Quarter. He wanted to make sure Isabel’s scent permeated the area and that she was highly visible. In that dress, he wouldn’t have to worry about the latter.

Heads continued to turn as they strolled along the Mississippi River bank. Tristan tried to relax, but it was impossible with so many males sniffing around. Inside, his beast bared its teeth and snarled. Outside, Tristan pulled Isabel into his arms and kissed her often enough to send a message to the men around her.

Every time he kissed her, Isabel’s gaze grew unfocused, and her luscious scent deepened. If only she weren’t human. It would be far too easy to get used to this, get used to having her in his arms.

Tristan needed to think of something else, something to distract him and his beast from the urges pummeling his body. “How long have you known Everly?” he asked.

“Not long,” she said. “I met her when I first hit town a month ago.”

“She should leave,” he said.

Isabel gave him a sad smile. “I know, but she won’t. She told me she’s tired of running,” she said, her voice weary. “Can’t say I blame her. It gets old.”

“You sound tired, too,” Tristan said.

“I am,” she said. “But there’s not a lot I can do about it. I’m more concerned with Everly’s vision.”

He was, too. Tristan tried to imagine what it would be like moving from place to place, knowing that you were constantly being pursued.

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