Seneca's Faith by Abigail Owen

Author:Abigail Owen [Owen, Abigail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Vampires and Shapeshifters
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2016-05-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

By moonlight, Seneca allowed her gaze to travel over Gage’s sleeping form. The sheets were pulled up only to his waist, draped low, giving her an excellent view of his muscled torso. Her fingers tingled with the need to touch. After they’d made love earlier, he’d held her close and she’d traced the puckered pink slash of the scar that cut across his heart.

Because he came across as urbane and business-like, people often forgot he was a warrior first and foremost. He’d earned his position in the Shadowcat Nation both with his smarts and his fighting skills.

Now, though, she held herself unnaturally still, as touching him would be a mistake. A quick glance at the digital clock glowing red on the bedside table told her she’d been waiting for almost three hours. Time to go.

Utilizing years of training in secret, she slipped, silent as a shadow, out of the bed. She didn’t bother to close the bathroom door, knowing the noise might disturb Gage’s sleep, and left the lights off. By feel, she pulled out the set of clothes she’d stashed in one of the cabinets a few days before. The yoga outfit was black instead of dark blue, which was preferable in the form of secretive combat she’d been trained in, but the garments were close fitting and would move with her body. She couldn’t very well ask for a pair of tabi, as Edward would probably question her need for ninja boots. Instead, she made due with a pair of sneakers that she pulled on. At least they were black and she’d used a permanent marker to cover the reflective strips.

Next, she pulled out the rope she’d made out of the hideous raw silk drapes around the bed, as well as curtains from the bedroom. At least silk was naturally strong. She’d spent days tearing it into strips and braiding it into a long length that would get her down to the ground below. She smirked at the memory of Gage’s reaction to her ripping down the heavy material from the walls and bed, leaving only the gauzy gold under-curtains on their rods.

He’d stopped mid-stride on his way out of the bathroom and stared, open-mouthed, at the chaos. “What’d those curtains do to you?”

She’d continued with her task. “Lareina likes red silk.”

After a short silence, he’d joined her at the window and started taking down the curtains with her. She’d ducked her head to hide what she was sure was a sappy expression of pleasure on her face. The fact that he cared enough to accept her need to get rid of the ostentatious material touched her more than she cared to admit. Even to herself.

She briefly wondered how he’d feel to know his good deed was being used as an escape method now. Guilt did not sit well with her, sinking heavy in her stomach, dragging at her heart. She pulled on the handmade rope, testing it for weaknesses. Guilty or not, she needed to do this.

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