Blood Hunger (An Adult Paranormal Romance) (Deathless Night Series #1) by L.E. Wilson Page B
Authors: L.E. Wilson
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was like seeing the sun again after all of his hundreds of years of darkness. This slip of a female was bringing out things in him that he hadn’t felt for…a very long time.
And he didn’t like it one damn bit.
Sitting back and placing a hand over his heart, like that would help it start to beat again, he blinked a few times to break the connection, attempting to disguise his reaction to her with a cough before asking, “And how did you know that?”
Seeming to remember whom she was talking to, and the fact that she hadn’t decided to like him (in spite of her body’s betrayal), Emma stopped smiling and frowned at him instead.
Squinting at him suspiciously, she answered his question with a couple of her own. “How do you know she’s with your brother? And how do you know they’re still alive?”
“Because if my brother was dead, I would feel it. Like, literally. Right here.” He put his hand back over his heart. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you have a similar connection with your sister.” Nik waited for her to deny it…she didn’t. “Look, I know you don’t know me, and I know that you have absolutely no reason to trust me. But that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.”
He leaned forward again and trapped her hazel green eyes with his so that she couldn’t look away. “Emma, please. I need you to tell me what happened that night.”
***
Caught up in those mesmerizing eyes of his, Emma almost believed him. He certainly sounded sincere when he wanted to. But how could she tell him what had really happened that night, when she couldn’t bring herself to remember?
Looking away to watch the dancers, who had gone from slow dancing to Just Like Heaven to fast dancing to Piano Man , she gave him the same story she gave everyone else. “All I remember is being at the carnival with Keira. I remember walking through the field where everyone parked their cars; though it was pretty late so most people had already left. Ours was parked way out towards the tree line where the woods started. Next thing I remember, I was in the ER, and Keira was gone.”
Sitting back in his seat, he followed her gaze over to the dancers, who were now harassing the bartender for another drink. “You’re lying.” He sounded disappointed.
Her eyes whipped back to his face. “What did you say?”
“You’re lying. I think you remember a whole lot more than you’re letting on.”
“How dare you?” she hissed at him. “Who the hell do you think you are, accusing me like that?”
Nik glanced over at the salt and pepper shakers, which had started to vibrate on the table.
“What reason would I have to lie?” she continued, completely oblivious to what she was doing. “You come waltzing in here, someone I’ve never even met, wanting me to give up all these supposed secrets you think I have, and when I don’t say what you want to hear, you accuse me of lying?!” As Emma’s voice got louder and louder, the shakers started bouncing into each other.
“I know you’re lying, Emma,” he said distractedly as he watched them. “You totally suck at it.”
He waved a hand at her when she started sputtering. “Don’t go puffing up at me and getting your feathers all ruffled. You do. You suck. You’re a terrible liar. First of all, you couldn’t look me in the eye when you told me that well-rehearsed crap that you’ve probably been telling the authorities for years. Second, you’re getting waaaay too defensive. Only liars get so defensive. And third, ” With this he leaned across the booth until his face was inches from hers. “I can hear your heart. You’d fail a polygraph miserably, Em.”
Emma frowned at him. He can HEAR my heart? How in the world…? She listened to the noise in the room: The music, the laughter of
And he didn’t like it one damn bit.
Sitting back and placing a hand over his heart, like that would help it start to beat again, he blinked a few times to break the connection, attempting to disguise his reaction to her with a cough before asking, “And how did you know that?”
Seeming to remember whom she was talking to, and the fact that she hadn’t decided to like him (in spite of her body’s betrayal), Emma stopped smiling and frowned at him instead.
Squinting at him suspiciously, she answered his question with a couple of her own. “How do you know she’s with your brother? And how do you know they’re still alive?”
“Because if my brother was dead, I would feel it. Like, literally. Right here.” He put his hand back over his heart. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you have a similar connection with your sister.” Nik waited for her to deny it…she didn’t. “Look, I know you don’t know me, and I know that you have absolutely no reason to trust me. But that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.”
He leaned forward again and trapped her hazel green eyes with his so that she couldn’t look away. “Emma, please. I need you to tell me what happened that night.”
***
Caught up in those mesmerizing eyes of his, Emma almost believed him. He certainly sounded sincere when he wanted to. But how could she tell him what had really happened that night, when she couldn’t bring herself to remember?
Looking away to watch the dancers, who had gone from slow dancing to Just Like Heaven to fast dancing to Piano Man , she gave him the same story she gave everyone else. “All I remember is being at the carnival with Keira. I remember walking through the field where everyone parked their cars; though it was pretty late so most people had already left. Ours was parked way out towards the tree line where the woods started. Next thing I remember, I was in the ER, and Keira was gone.”
Sitting back in his seat, he followed her gaze over to the dancers, who were now harassing the bartender for another drink. “You’re lying.” He sounded disappointed.
Her eyes whipped back to his face. “What did you say?”
“You’re lying. I think you remember a whole lot more than you’re letting on.”
“How dare you?” she hissed at him. “Who the hell do you think you are, accusing me like that?”
Nik glanced over at the salt and pepper shakers, which had started to vibrate on the table.
“What reason would I have to lie?” she continued, completely oblivious to what she was doing. “You come waltzing in here, someone I’ve never even met, wanting me to give up all these supposed secrets you think I have, and when I don’t say what you want to hear, you accuse me of lying?!” As Emma’s voice got louder and louder, the shakers started bouncing into each other.
“I know you’re lying, Emma,” he said distractedly as he watched them. “You totally suck at it.”
He waved a hand at her when she started sputtering. “Don’t go puffing up at me and getting your feathers all ruffled. You do. You suck. You’re a terrible liar. First of all, you couldn’t look me in the eye when you told me that well-rehearsed crap that you’ve probably been telling the authorities for years. Second, you’re getting waaaay too defensive. Only liars get so defensive. And third, ” With this he leaned across the booth until his face was inches from hers. “I can hear your heart. You’d fail a polygraph miserably, Em.”
Emma frowned at him. He can HEAR my heart? How in the world…? She listened to the noise in the room: The music, the laughter of
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