Page 284 of Primal Bonds

He’d been suspicious then, too. But he’d taken her hand, kissed her wrist. His fingers had closed on hers, and…

Darkness. So much darkness.

Stomach churning, she pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes.

His touch had triggered her Sight. She’d Seen Adric crouched as his cougar in a tree, focused on a tall, black-haired man with pale skin and a fae’s pointed ears.

Adric is slipping through the forest, a man now.

Something flashes in his hand—a dagger made of iron, the only metal that can kill a fae or a fada.

The black-haired fae turns around. It’s Langdon, the night fae prince.

His gaze flicks in Adric’s direction. A smile moves across his coldly beautiful face…and three night fae warriors converge on Adric.

The scene shifts to Baltimore, sometime in the near future. Adric’s clan is hunkered down in their dens. The night fae are everywhere, and darkness slinks through his people like a feral wolf.

Cold. Relentless. Hungry.

And their alpha is nowhere to be seen.

She removed her hands from her eyes, stared at the gloved fingers.

Why had she let Adric touch her bare hand? She knew touching people could set off her Sight, and when she was in the grip of a vision, she wasn’t in control. Things—prophecies—spilled out of her as if she were just a mouthpiece.

Her lips twisted. Wouldn’t it be ironic if she’d scared off the man after he’d been chasing her for six years?

“Rosana.” A thread of sound from a nearby alley, accompanied by Adric’s scent, musky, a little earthy. The forest on a rainy day.

Her heart jumped.

The alley appeared empty until she looked up. The Baltimore alpha crouched on a warehouse roof like the cougar he was, blending into the shadows in dark jeans and a black leather jacket. She knew she’d only seen him because he’d let her.

Her mouth dried. Anticipation shivered up her spine.

A supple flex of his muscles, and he dropped soundlessly to the pavement.

He straightened, prowled nearer.

He wasn’t as big as her brothers, but he was just as powerful, lean and hard-bodied. An alpha to the bone.

And gorgeous with tawny skin, spiked-up black hair bleached blond at the tips, and a face meant for sinning: long cheekbones, heavy-lidded eyes and a sensuous mouth just this side of mocking.

In the human world he’d have been a rock star. A badass, rule-breaking rock star.

He stopped so close she felt the heat of his body. Earth fada ran warmer than water fada; it was like standing next to a bonfire, hot and heady.

Her nipples pricked, pushed against her shirt. Her pussy clenched.

His nostrils flared, and she knew he scented her arousal. His odd bronze eyes darkened. “Tomorrow night. I’ll book us a room on the Eastern Shore.”

“And no one will know.”

“No one,” he confirmed. “There’s a B&B on the beach. Owned by a human. He takes cash and he doesn’t ask questions. Can you meet me on I-95?” He named a service plaza between Baltimore and Grace Harbor.

“What time?”

“Noon.” His mouth edged up in a sardonic smile. “You sure this is okay with your brothers? I don’t want to wake up with a knife to my throat—or…” He gestured at his crotch.

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