Nick studied him and Mackenzie for a long moment. Then he turned to his three men. “I need for you guys to wait in the SUV while I talk to these two alone.”
The boss knew there was more to say. Stuff Kalen didn’t want the rest of the team to know, yet. Nick waited until he’d moved inside and closed the door before speaking.
“Now tell me the rest.”
“Someone is communicating with Mackenzie telepathically,” Kalen said. “We don’t know who or what he is— hell, he might not even be human. But he spoke to Mackenzie for the first time in the car, after she was scratched by that creature. He said I wouldn’t be able to hide from him for long. Then she had a nightmare about him last night in which he urged her to join him.”
“Doing what?”
“We don’t know. But he said I would join him too, or else. That’s the gist of it, that he wants her and me. In the dream, when she resisted, he attacked her.”
“I have a feeling it’s
Mackenzie sucked in a sharp breath. “No.”
“That’s what it seems like.”
Nick sighed. “Let’s head back. There isn’t anything we can do here, and I’ll feel better when we’re all back at the compound. It’s much safer there.”
“Okay. Can I have a minute with her?”
That look returned. The one that communicated he knew what the minute was probably about. But he nodded. “I’ll be in the SUV with the others.”
“Thanks.” Once Nick was gone, Kalen steeled himself, facing Mackenzie squarely. “I have something extremely important to give to you, and I need for you to wear it.”
She frowned. “What is it?”
“This.” Reaching for the clasp of the silver chain holding his Sorcerer’s pentagram pendant, Kalen did the one thing he’d been warned never, ever to do.
He gave his protection to the woman who’d stolen his heart.
Moving behind her, he placed the pendant over hers, where it belonged, now and always. Then he fastened the chain and turned her to face him again.
“Your pendant? Kalen, I can’t—”
“You can, and you will,” he said softly. “This was a gift to me from my grandmother. A really special one. She—”
“Then I really can’t accept this!”
“Listen to me,” he said firmly. “I can’t always be nearby, and this pendant will protect you.”
She paused, still obviously not convinced she should take it. “How?”
“To make a long story short, it’s ancient, and blessed. It will protect you from any evil in existence, trust me.”
“But what about you?” she asked quietly.
“I’ll be fine. The important thing to remember is to never,
“What—”
“Promise me. Please.” He took a deep breath. “Do this for me.”
She stared at him for a minute before nodding. “All right. If it’s that important to you, I won’t take it off. You have my word.”
Relief nearly buckled his knees. Mackenzie would be safe now. For the first time in his adult life, he cared about another person more than he cared about his own survival, and it felt good. Right. He couldn’t save the world, especially from himself.
But he could save
He could ask for nothing more.
Stepping close, he gave her one last kiss. Cupped her face, and gazed into her blue eyes for a long moment.
“Kalen? Can’t we—”
“Don’t, honey. I can’t be what you want, or need.”
“I think you’re wrong.”
The laugh that escaped his throat was bitter. “I’m not. The sooner you realize that, you’ll be much better off.”
“Maybe someday you’ll believe in yourself as much I believe in you.”
To make her point, she reached out, buried both hands in his hair as she loved to do. The wonderful sensation reminded him of how she’d done that as he made love to her while he held her tight. How damned good it had felt, how right.
How the earth had fucking
Now she took control, brought their mouths together, and it was every bit as fantastic as before. Their lips meshing, tongues dueling, tasting. He pulled her against his body, needing to draw her under his skin. Keep her there forever.
But he couldn’t. Regretfully, he broke the kiss and pulled back. “I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I can’t do this.”
“That kiss says you can. Someday.”
Eventually he had to look away from the hope he saw flickering there.
From his own futile wish that he’d someday be a man worthy of her.
Opening the door, he led her out to the waiting Escalade, ushered her inside, and tossed her car keys to Ryon.
When the SUV pulled away, he didn’t look back at the place where he’d lost his heart and soul.
It just hurt too fucking much.
Tired to the bone, and disheartened, Kalen took a long, hot shower. It erased her scent from his skin, but not the memory of making love to the most beautiful woman in the world.
The woman he’d let go.
Would it always feel as though he’d ripped off a limb? Like he was bleeding out all over the floor to become nothing more than a shell? How could she have so completely burrowed under his skin, into his heart?
Stepping from the shower, he toweled off and stared at himself in the mirror. It was odd to see a bare spot where the pentagram had rested for as long as he could remember. His grandmother had given it to him shortly after he’d come into his power as a Sorcerer, and had coached him. She’d been his biggest advocate, his cheerleader.
And then she’d been gone much too soon, leaving him alone in a world where nobody understood him, or gave a damn about him. He’d done so many things he was ashamed of, things his new brothers would find abhorrent if they knew.
That’s why they could never know he’d been a filthy whore. And so much worse.
Before Alpha Pack.
Before Mackenzie.
He cared about them, couldn’t lose them. No matter what he had to do. As if cued by his churning thoughts, a male voice slipped into his head.
“As far as I need to,” he rasped, fists clenched. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Insidious. Seductive. He’d heard those words before, on so many lips. He’d never responded then as he did now—with a rush of dark pleasure. Like a designer drug injected directly into his vein. One he knew would eventually kill him.
