Stephen, shaking his head. Then he laughed. “They're looking for something that is over six feet tall. Something with claws like swords, red eyes and two sets of razor-sharp teeth.”
Gemma sat back in her chair as Stephen spoke, and stretched her legs out in front of her. Little butterflies of apprehension danced in her stomach as she dared to move her bare foot and rest it on Cade’s, tucking her toes under the hem of his jeans. His eyes flicked to hers and his entire body tensed. He glanced back at Stephen, as if checking if he had seen, but Stephen seemed lost in his own thoughts at that moment. Cade’s shoulders remained stiff, and a muscle worked in his jaw, but Gemma was delighted to see that he didn’t move his foot away. That just made the need to touch him hitch up even further.
Cade cleared his throat before speaking again, his eyes avoiding Gemma’s again. “Goddamn Humans . They just twist shit all the time. I suppose we should at least be thankful they aren’t looking for the boy. “
“No, but sure as shit they will kill him anyway when they learn that he is a half-breed. Won’t matter what he has or has not done. You know they won’t let him live.” Stephen got up to pour himself more coffee and Cade’s gaze darted back to Gemma. She watched him struggle with some kind of emotion, his eyes falling to her mouth after a moment and lingering on her lips. Gemma’s heart sped up, her lips parting of their own volition. The draw of him was so powerful that she had no idea how she stayed put, the overwhelming compulsion to crawl onto his lap almost irresistible. She quickly removed her foot from his before she made a total fool of herself, her body’s violent reaction to that hot look shocking her. God, if she ever got Cade into her bed, sex with him would be explosive. Breathing raggedly, she couldn’t contain the excitement that coursed through her veins at the look of disappointment that flitted over Cade’s features as she withdrew her foot—the fact that he had also not pulled away from her giving her heart hope.
They both averted their gaze as soon as Stephen turned back to face them. Gemma’s heart was pounding like a jackhammer while Cade sat there looking calm and collected—as if the entire earth had not just shuddered under their very feet. Stephen’s eyes narrowed on Gemma as he leaned against the counter with his mug. “You okay?” he said, frowning at her.
Oh god. Could he hear her frantic heartbeat? He was Other , their hearing heightened. She nodded earnestly, not trusting herself to speak, hoping he’d just believe she was feeling a little anxious. Cade and Stephen were both extremely tall men, but at Stephen’s six feet, four inches to Cade’s was six feet, Stephen seemed to tower over almost everyone in any room. As he stood in the kitchen now while they sat, Gemma couldn’t help but feel that sense of being dwarfed even more. Stephen had a predatory air about him that made people tread carefully. Only a fool would ever try to sneak up on him—and actually hope to get out alive. “Have you decided what you're going to do exactly?” Stephen looked at Cade as he took a sip of the hot liquid in his mug. “I mean, you have this boy upstairs, and he isn’t going anywhere after what we just saw.”
Cade shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Your father’s going to go like hell at this.”
“Oh, for sure,” Cade replied. “But I’m not just going to push the boy out. I’ll find something.”
“You could train him,” Gemma added. “Don’t tell your dad about him until he is ready. Get him trained up so that he controls everything. Get him trained so that he is of use.”
“That could take ages,” said Stephen.
“Maybe, but then at least it makes it harder for Trevor to argue.”
“You mean like sneak him in a side door?”
“Exactly,” she said as she leaned back. “Make it that he can't say no.” Gemma glanced from one to the other. It was the
Gemma sat back in her chair as Stephen spoke, and stretched her legs out in front of her. Little butterflies of apprehension danced in her stomach as she dared to move her bare foot and rest it on Cade’s, tucking her toes under the hem of his jeans. His eyes flicked to hers and his entire body tensed. He glanced back at Stephen, as if checking if he had seen, but Stephen seemed lost in his own thoughts at that moment. Cade’s shoulders remained stiff, and a muscle worked in his jaw, but Gemma was delighted to see that he didn’t move his foot away. That just made the need to touch him hitch up even further.
Cade cleared his throat before speaking again, his eyes avoiding Gemma’s again. “Goddamn Humans . They just twist shit all the time. I suppose we should at least be thankful they aren’t looking for the boy. “
“No, but sure as shit they will kill him anyway when they learn that he is a half-breed. Won’t matter what he has or has not done. You know they won’t let him live.” Stephen got up to pour himself more coffee and Cade’s gaze darted back to Gemma. She watched him struggle with some kind of emotion, his eyes falling to her mouth after a moment and lingering on her lips. Gemma’s heart sped up, her lips parting of their own volition. The draw of him was so powerful that she had no idea how she stayed put, the overwhelming compulsion to crawl onto his lap almost irresistible. She quickly removed her foot from his before she made a total fool of herself, her body’s violent reaction to that hot look shocking her. God, if she ever got Cade into her bed, sex with him would be explosive. Breathing raggedly, she couldn’t contain the excitement that coursed through her veins at the look of disappointment that flitted over Cade’s features as she withdrew her foot—the fact that he had also not pulled away from her giving her heart hope.
They both averted their gaze as soon as Stephen turned back to face them. Gemma’s heart was pounding like a jackhammer while Cade sat there looking calm and collected—as if the entire earth had not just shuddered under their very feet. Stephen’s eyes narrowed on Gemma as he leaned against the counter with his mug. “You okay?” he said, frowning at her.
Oh god. Could he hear her frantic heartbeat? He was Other , their hearing heightened. She nodded earnestly, not trusting herself to speak, hoping he’d just believe she was feeling a little anxious. Cade and Stephen were both extremely tall men, but at Stephen’s six feet, four inches to Cade’s was six feet, Stephen seemed to tower over almost everyone in any room. As he stood in the kitchen now while they sat, Gemma couldn’t help but feel that sense of being dwarfed even more. Stephen had a predatory air about him that made people tread carefully. Only a fool would ever try to sneak up on him—and actually hope to get out alive. “Have you decided what you're going to do exactly?” Stephen looked at Cade as he took a sip of the hot liquid in his mug. “I mean, you have this boy upstairs, and he isn’t going anywhere after what we just saw.”
Cade shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Your father’s going to go like hell at this.”
“Oh, for sure,” Cade replied. “But I’m not just going to push the boy out. I’ll find something.”
“You could train him,” Gemma added. “Don’t tell your dad about him until he is ready. Get him trained up so that he controls everything. Get him trained so that he is of use.”
“That could take ages,” said Stephen.
“Maybe, but then at least it makes it harder for Trevor to argue.”
“You mean like sneak him in a side door?”
“Exactly,” she said as she leaned back. “Make it that he can't say no.” Gemma glanced from one to the other. It was the
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