Page 22 of Bound By Blood

“Besides that,” she said, sliding off his lap.

“Wine, if you’ve got it.”

Nodding, she walked into the kitchen and went straight to the refrigerator where she poured herself a glass of ice water. She stood there a moment, taking deep breaths and trying to calm her racing heart. If she could harness the electricity in Zack’s kisses, she could probably light up the world.

After taking one last calming breath, she found a bottle of wine and filled two glasses, then returned to the living room.

Zack was sitting on the sofa where she had left him. He accepted the drink she offered him with a frown.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, taking the seat beside him.

Zack regarded her a moment. For days, his instincts had been warning him that she was keeping something from him. “Who are you really?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Maybe the better question would be,whatare you?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“And I’m sure you do.” Opening his preternatural senses, he tried to read her mind but, again, with no success. “You’re not mortal, are you?”

She stared at him, her eyes wide.

He canted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing. “So, what are you, Katy? Fairy? Werewolf? What?”

Kaitlyn’s heart skipped a beat. Zack hadn’t mentioned vampires, but it was obvious he suspected there was something otherworldly about her. Striving for calm, she set her glass on the end table. It was strictly forbidden for her people to tell anyone else the truth of what they were. It had been drummed into her from the time she was old enough to understand that no one else was to know. “I think you should leave.”

Zack drained his glass and set it aside before gaining his feet. “Not until I get some answers.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No.” Closing the short distance between them, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her to her feet.

“Let me go.”

He studied her speculatively. There was no fear in her voice, and none in her expression.

“I feel the strength in you,” he mused, and then frowned. No doubt he would have noticed it before if he hadn’t been so smitten with her. “You don’t smell like any vampire I’ve ever met, but I can smell blood in the house.” Still holding her arm, he tugged her along behind him as he went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There, amid the milk, butter, cheese, and eggs, he saw two bags of blood. He sniffed the air, then glanced over his shoulder. “Type AB negative, right?”

Kaitlyn looked at him as if she had never seen him before. “How do you know that?”

He stared at her, one brow arched. “Can’t you guess?”

“You can’t be one of us.” And yet, deep down, hadn’t she suspected that very thing? She shook her head. It was impossible. “My father’s never heard of you.”

“That’s okay,” Zack said flippantly. “I’ve never heard of him, either.” Taking her hand, Zack led the way back into the living room. Resuming his seat on the sofa, he pulled Kaitlyn down beside him. “I guess that explains why I could never read your thoughts.”

“And why I couldn’t read yours.” She grinned, thinking how remarkable it was that Zack was a vampire, too. She could hardly wait to tell her mom and dad. What would her dad think, when he learned that Zack was indeed one of them, and that he had managed to stay under the radar?

“How long have you been a vampire?” Zack asked. With the Undead, appearances were usually deceiving. He was a lot older than he looked.

“That’s a silly question. All my life, of course. And I’m only half. My mother is human.”

Zack stared at her as if she had suddenly started speaking a foreign language. “What?”

Kaitlyn felt her earlier excitement melt away like ice left too long in the sun. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? One of the Others.”

“Others?”

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