"Kane, I need you. I'm sorry, but I need you."
The door to the bedroom opens just as I finish pulling my tacky, short shirt into place. Last night, this felt sexy. In the daylight, I look like a tramp. I can't believe my Ms. Hyde half found this to be her style.
Good grief. I look like an absolute slut.
Kane shuts the door behind him, ignoring Amy when she starts knocking. "Kane, let's talk about this."
She doesn't know I'm here? Or does she just not care?
"Hey," I mumble, sitting down to pull on the ridiculous heels I wore last night.
"She's here?" Amy squeaks, disbelief and disgust pouring out.
"Go the fuck away," Kane grumbles, exhaustion tainting his tone.
"She missed my car?" I ask, not really believing the never-ending cycle of drama this house holds.
Amy huffs while storming away, leaving us alone. Kane drops to the bed in a languid motion while scrubbing his face with his hands.
"Sorry. I actually took your car to a friend’s house to hide it until Sierra could check it out. It's too open here."
"I'm confused," I drawl out through a yawn, tilting my head.
He takes a deep breath, while devoting all of his attention to me.
"You had blood all over the back seat. I'm sure you don't remember how that got there."
He looks at me expectantly. I can actually feel the color drain from my face. "Blood?"#p#分页标题#e#
My voice might as well be nonexistent. He reaches over and pulls my hand in his, concern drenching his eyes.
"Alyssa, it was a lot of blood, but I have no idea where it came from. Sierra finally came down from the red moon high, and she went to find out if it was human or immortal. She couldn't have shifted and sniffed it here with so many able to see her. I can't sniff blood out like that. We need to find out what's going on with you. It's pretty clear you weren't yourself last night, but I had no idea to what extent that was. In the meantime, let's go deal with the Were. Maybe Drackus can help explain this."
I'm racked with so many confusing, terrifying, and horrifying emotions, that I don't know what to say or do right now. A battle is warring within me, and I'm worried the hidden darkness is going to win.
Please let there be a good explanation.
"You don't have blood on you, so maybe there's something else going on?" he says hopefully, making it sound like a question.
His attempt to alleviate my absolute shock and dread is feeble at best.
"I'm a witch, Kane. One wave of my hand and bloodstains disappear."
I lean over to press my head against the palms of my hands, praying one memory will surface. I don't know if I really want that or not though. What if I lost it so badly that I actually—oh no—
"If you took the time to clean your clothes, then you would have cleaned the car, too," he says, interrupting my own tormenting reverie.
Not if I was so dark that I didn't really give a damn about anything but looking like a mess. What heartless monster is inside me?
I start holding back the floodgates, and his arms wrap around me to steady my dizzying state.
"Hey," he murmurs gently, treating me like cracked glass, as a few tears drip from my eyes. "Babe, I'll take care of this. We'll figure out what's going on. Right now, let's focus on the Were meeting, and then we'll go from there."
He kisses me softly, not letting me fall apart in his embrace. I steady my nerves and just nod numbly. He pulls me up, keeping me supported with his arm wrapped around me.
"You'll tell me when Sierra finds something?" I ask, my voice hoarse and crackling.
"Yeah," he murmurs too quietly, making me question if he really will or not—if it's something he knows I won't want to hear.
"I wish I could remember something from before I got here."
"Don't worry about it right now. It could be anything. Someone could have attacked you for all you know. Just keep quiet about the blood. If anything comes of it, I'll just claim it. I'm a night stalker. As long as the body is disposed of, no one can touch me."
Bile rises to my throat in that instant, and I dart outside to heave over the balcony. Kane runs up beside me—using human speed—as all the lake walkers and joggers glance up to see me in the freezing cold, wearing next-to-nothing, and hurling my guts up over a railing.
A warm jacket wraps around my body as Kane pulls my hair back. Before I collapse, I feel his arms around me, picking me up, cradling me to his chest. Seconds before my eyelids fall shut and unconsciousness takes over, I feel his lips press against my forehead as he sighs out wearily.