Devotion pumped and pushed. My arms aching because the only thing I wanted to do was to wrap her up and keep her safe forever.
Is that what she would be here?
Safe?
Spirit clutching, I forced myself back toward my room. Only I stalled when I noticed one side of the double doors that led to the primary suite on the opposite end of the hall was wide open, a large wedge of light pouring out into the hall.
I stilled, my ear tuned and my pulse speeding.
I was ninety-nine percent sure Kane wasn’t in there.
I knew it with the way I was drawn. A fool unable to stop myself from seeking him out. A hook he’d somehow managed to impale in my soul dragging me downstairs.
It was dark on the first floor. The long corridor was only lit by the moon that seeped through the windows since the drapes were open wide.
I began to inch down the passageway, feet silently moving across the floor.
I didn’t know why, but I stilled at the first big window that overlooked the front.
A chill crawled across my flesh as I stood beneath the silvery rays.
Unease slithered through my senses. That sticky awareness that kept clawing at my perceptions.
The weight of evil eyes penetrating my skin.
Ugh. I was freaking myself out for no reason. I was so far outside my normal comfort zone that my imagination had gotten out of control. Letting every fear I’d ever harbored sink into my being.
Didn’t I have enough to worry about without conjuring ghosts?
And Kane…he was right there.
I could feel the force of his presence radiating from down the hall.
He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.
I nearly scoffed out loud at the errant thought.
As if I could trust the man.
I mean, come on, the last thing I should be doing was creeping in to get a glimpse of him.
But there was no stopping it.
The tether that bound from somewhere deep within.
Tugging.
Tugging.
Tugging.
No will in my feet except to get to him.
By the time I made it to the end of the hall, my breaths had turned short and shallow.
Dim lights burned from within the kitchen.
I peeked inside.