Wild Dream by Donna Grant

Author:Donna Grant
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DL Grant, LLC
Published: 2014-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

The day crawled by, each minute feeling like an eternity. Ava kept her distance from Lincoln, preferring to remain sitting against the oak. Not because she worried he might try to kiss her again, but because she worried she would kiss him.

She knew when his eyes were on her. Her entire body warmed as if anticipating his touch. As if eagerly awaiting his caress.

And always there was Kane.

The werewolf only took his eyes off of her long enough to get a drink, and then he was back to watching her. Between Lincoln and Kane her nerves were rubbed raw.

The hours of silence also grated on her. It was past noon, and she couldn’t go another minute without conversation. She picked at her nails and glanced at Lincoln who walked the perimeter of the holy ground.

“If Kane remains here, then he won’t kill a human. That part of the curse will be broken.”

Lincoln looked at her as he continued walking. “That’s a nice thought, but that’s not how a curse from a Voodoo priestess works. If he gets past this full moon, it will happen again, and again, and again, and again. Until the unthinkable happens, and he kills a human.”

“Oh.” How stupid of her to think there was a bright spot in an otherwise shitty incident.

“I wish you were right. We all do. It’s just not how things work.”

“My naivety is showing.”

Lincoln stopped and tilted his head to the side as he regarded her. “Not naivety. Your optimism, your hopefulness. We...I...forget that sometimes. It’s refreshing.”

“Perhaps, but without you, I’d be dead, and your cousin would be condemned to a horrible life.”

Lincoln turned his blue eyes to Kane. “He wouldn’t live long. Between us and his family, he would be put down quickly.”

The easy way he said it told Ava that he must have done something similar before. And yet, there was sadness in his gaze. He didn’t enjoy what he had to do, but he did it as a necessity to protect those around him.

“Was my father a good hunter?” she asked.

Lincoln grinned as he squatted and picked up a stick that he broke in half. “Not at first, but he was a fast learner. He soaked up every bit of knowledge my father imparted. I remember the first time we took Jack with us on a hunt. He hesitated for only a moment. After that, he never paused again. His aim was always true. He was so good that my father began to take him with us regularly.”

“Where did he go, Lincoln? Why would he leave us?”

“I don’t believe he did.” Lincoln turned his head to her. “Every night before we left the house while my mother was kissing all of us good-bye, he was off in the corner looking at a picture of you and your mother. I don’t recall a single time of him actually mentioning your name. He always called you his sweet pea.”

Ava smiled at the reminder. “It was his favorite name for me.”

“He didn’t leave you, Ava.

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