King Tomb (Page 44)

After I was through and sat on my haunches at the end of his bed, staring at him, he pointed with his cigarette, lips twitching, “You missed a spot.”

I growled quietly.

He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke up as he stared at me thoughtfully. “You know, you got lucky. I was almost done feeding and she had passed out, otherwise she would have seen you.” His eyes flicked down my furry frame. “In fact, a lot of people could have seen—”

I shook my head and huffed, crouching low and military crawling softly across his bed.

He snorted on a chuckle. “All right, so you were stealthy as you moved.” His small grin, which I was pretty sure was real, faded as he continued evaluating me. “But why would you come here tonight like this?”

I cocked my head, then I glanced down at the bed before hopping up to the top and burrowing under the covers. And shifted. Poking my head out from underneath the blankets, I saw Ezra freeze as I brushed my hair out of my face, careful to keep the soft blanket covering all my private bits. “Because of trust.” I flicked a hand between the two of us as Ezra started to slowly resume taking a drag of his cigarette, his eyes not really holding mine but flittering down to any exposed skin showing, which wasn’t much, only my shoulders and arms. “You and I didn’t start off on the right foot—”

“And this was supposed to be a new beginning?”

Involuntarily, my hand went to the other side of the bed where the woman had been lying. My palm hovered over the spot, and I wondered if I could still feel the heat there from her body. “Yes, it was. I was taking the first step to a decent, trusting relationship between the two of us…” I sighed, pulling my hand back. “It didn’t quite work out as I had expected.”

A quiet rumble. “And for that, I will apologize.” I peered up at him, watching him as he watched me. “I’m sorry we haven’t gotten that chance yet.”

I felt my face soften, my heart beating a little faster even as my muscles relaxed at his humble words, his honest apology that we hadn’t gotten our chance to make things right. “Thank you.” I tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, deciding to go for broke. “What you said at lunch before you left…I get it.” I picked at the blanket, staring at the fabric. “This is an…odd…situation we’re in, our predators feeling as they do, as we do, knowing what we were to each other in what feels like a previous life. And yet, it’s not a previous life since the person’s standing right in front of you, someone who might as well be a complete stranger.”

Ezra grunted softly, grinding out his cigarette, his eyes still steadfast on me. “That’s putting it mildly.” He moved fluidly, slowly, across the expanse of the room, his movements again reminding me of a cat. He sat next to me on the edge of the bed, eyes scanning my face and other, lower parts of me, watching as I tightened my grip on his blanket to keep it steady when his weight on the bed tugged it. “You really are shy, aren’t you?”

My lips pinched, but I eventually nodded once in affirmation.

His head cocked, and his own lips pinched. He started to say something. Stopped. His eyes ran over my face, and he chuckled quietly. “Do you really want the beginnings of trust?”

I felt my eyebrows furrow at his actions and words. “Yes.”

He leaned so that he was resting on his elbow, his feet still on the floor, but the action brought his face closer, down to my level. And his words held me frozen. “Then I’ll tell you the biggest weakness I know about you. You know perfectly well that letting the opposing force know what you know is unsafe, so this is me, opening up to you. Trusting you.” With green eyes so vivid he held me captive, he stated softly, “You’re a hybrid. Half Shifter, half Vampire.”

The world stopped. It did. I knew it must have. That, or I did a mini-faint as I stared, unable to breathe.

“Hush,” he whispered softly as he placed his warm palm on the side of face, again touching me carefully, as if I were made of glass. “I don’t care about it other than the fact it puts you more at risk, right along with how tiny your wolf is. I don’t want our daughter growing up without a mother any more than you do. She deserves to know you. She deserves your love.” He brushed his thumb back and forth over my temple, and I felt the cool surface of his wedding ring as it glided across my skin. “I won’t tell anyone. You have my word.”

Truth to all.

Sucking in a harsh breath as my mind swam, I sputtered, “How?”

His lips curled a bit. “When you told me about bleeding on my favorite t-shirt, I wondered because when I woke up after my mind rape I had blood on the pajama pants I was wearing that wasn’t mine and tasted of wild spice, not Shifter, not Vampire.” His half-smile lifted a bit more. “Then, when we were kissing, and you jumped away when Elder Farrar caught us…” He chuckled quietly, a cocky sound. “Well, before you pulled away from me I bit you and got a drop of your blood.”

I blinked, staring wide-eyed at him. “I didn’t feel it.”

One eyebrow rose, and he didn’t say anything, telling me wordlessly he was that good.

I licked my lips, asking, “You really aren’t…?”

He shook his head slowly. “Not a soul.” He brought his head forward, staring me in the eyes. “I am not a man to mess with, but where Isa’s happiness is concerned, I’m not a cold-blooded bastard.”

“I’ve had my tubes tied,” I stated instantly, feeling I needed to clarify this. “I had actually had them tied before I got pregnant so no one could ever use me to create a Beast, but I think somewhere in the voids of what I can’t remember something happened between us to alter that, and I got pregnant with Isa. But after I delivered her, Bindi tied my tubes.” I paused, brows furrowing. “And you know from the videos that I can do Awakenings, so you know the Elders are wrong about their reasons for killing hybrids.”

He hummed quietly, his head slanting as he watched me, his thumb still gliding over my temple. “You don’t need to prove to me you’re not like the hybrid who started this war. Every individual is not created alike. Anyone who simply knows your name,” both arched eyebrows quirked, “the badass wolf bitch, Queen Ruckler, would be a fool to think you a traitor.”

I ate up his gaze, my eyes flittering back and forth between his, hope dawning. “Trust.”