Page 84 of Shadow's Edge (Night Prowler 1)
Everyone froze. Leander’s head swiveled in her direction. She took a tentative step forward, then another, feeling raw and exposed in Leander’s ill-fitting clothing. The frigid hardwood floor leached the warmth from her bare feet with every step.
“Let me talk to her.”
Alejandro’s dulcet voice floated to her from the other end of the room as if in a dream. “Meu caro, please do not interfere. We have no time for dallying, she must be questioned—”
“I’ll only answer to Jenna!” Morgan sobbed and leaned heavily against the arms that bound her. “None of you bastards will ever make me talk!”
“What the hell is going on here?” Leander’s voice from behind, cutting and hard. “Why will she only speak to you, Jenna?”
Jenna took another step toward Morgan, ignoring him. “Where did they take her?” she asked gently, slowly advancing across the frozen room, feeling every eye on her like brands burning into her skin.
Then Durga’s voice, growling like thunder across the chamber.
“You have not the authority to question this traitor, Lady Jenna, no more than you have the authority to enter this meeting.”
He shouldered through the men to stand before her, swarthy and substantial, blocking her path. His eyes glittered dark and baleful. “You have no authority whatsoever,” he sneered. His lips curled back to reveal a row of startlingly even, white teeth. He crossed thick arms over his chest. “In fact, I must insist you take your leave.”
Jenna felt Leander take a step forward behind her, felt his fingers make a possessive span against her shoulder, felt his intention to crush Durga’s windpipe so acutely she imagined it in vivid detail. His gurgling death on the rug at her feet, hot blood coagulating on the cold wood in thick crimson pools, fingers clawing at the air, grasping, finding nothing.
“I am the Alpha of this colony, Durga,” Leander hissed near her ear. “I give the orders here. This woman is under my protection. Choose your next words wisely!”
Before Durga could form a reply, Morgan’s voice rang out high and clear behind his back.
“The Queen of the Ikati has every authority granted under the Law!”
That’s when the air in the room actually turned to ice.
Leander’s fingers spasmed, sunk deeper into her flesh. No one moved. No one spoke. Jenna didn’t think anyone even breathed. Somewhere off in the distance beyond the open windows, a dog began to bark.
She suddenly felt as if she were watching herself from above, floating as a fine sheen of vapor, free and disembodied, hugging the ceiling. She was curiously detached and a bit light-headed. Her blood seemed to have stopped circulating throughout her body and pooled in a great heated mass at her feet. She thought she might actually faint if it weren’t for the pressure of Leander’s hand on her shoulder, the real and painful sting of his nails sinking into her skin.
Out of the frozen, astonished silence, Christian’s voice rose like the chiming of a bell. “I knew it!”
Durga’s eyes, horrified, found her face. “No. Impossible! She’s a half-Blood—”
Viscount Weymouth immediately interrupted, his voice wavering. “Daughter of the most powerful Alpha in all our history, the skinwalker himself—”
“A traitor!” Durga shouted. “Who married a human! Her mixed blood is impure, she cannot have even one-tenth of his Gifts! She cannot be Queen!”
“Skinwalker?” Jenna murmured to no one in particular, still floating, still free, the shouts of the men bouncing off the walls and the protective bubble of shock that had settled around her.
Alpha.
Half-Blood.
Queen.
“It’s happened before, Durga.” Weymouth’s blue eyes, pale and rheumy, fixed on Jenna, his face ashen. “Cleopatra, the last pharaoh of Egypt, was a half-Blood Queen. You recall her, I assume?” His voice dropped lower and lower as he spoke. “The saying is as old as our kind. Blood follows Blood. If the Blood is strong, the Gifts are strong.”
He lifted his hand and pointed a shaking finger right at her. “And her Blood is the strongest of them all.”
Skinwalker.
Jenna’s protective bubble of shock burst wide open.
Now the blood began to rise up from her legs, rise up under her skin, scorching like fire through her veins as they all stared at her, a roomful of flabbergasted men ahead of her and one furious one behind, his anger growing and pulsing and focused now on her, his eyes like sandbags on her back.
She didn’t even have to look at Leander to feel the burning gaze he leveled her with.
