Primal Heat 05 - Darkness Reborn

thousand places. She'd been satisfied dozens of times, and her body still vibrated with the need for more.
    "I feel it, too." Kane rolled onto his side and propped himself up, his hand cupping her breast. "I need more."
    "You'll kill us both," she gasped, even as her nipples turned hard beneath his touch.
    "What a way to go, though, huh?" He said with a grin, his eyes dancing with mischievousness that made her skin tingle in anticipation.
    "Wait." She braced her hand on his chest, trying to catch her breath. "I know I'm really hot and everything, but this isn't normal, Kane. There's so much power pouring off you that I feel like you're about to explode."
    "I know." His eyes were blazing again, and she felt her whole body clench with need as he pulled her toward him. "I'm making you mine, Sarah," he said. " Mine. "
    Mine. There was something in the way he said it that sent chills down Sarah's spine, and not the kind that were begging for more kisses. The kind of chills that screamed a warning that something wasn't right. That something was terribly, terribly wrong—
    "Sarah!" The door was flung open and Kane yanked her under him, shielding her beneath his body. He growled as he positioned her beneath him, swinging his head around to glower at the person who'd barged in.
    Sarah went still, aware of the lethal violence coursing through him. "Kane?"
    There was no response from him, other than another low growl. She couldn't see his face, because he had her locked down under him, but his muscles were like steel rods, ready to attack.
    "Kane Santiago." Javier spoke from the doorway, and Sarah peeked under Kane's arm, shocked to see the old man in her bedroom. Javier's cheeks were streaked with black paint, and he had talismans painted all over his bare chest. In his hand were two spears, Calydon weapons. He pointed them at Kane and Sarah. "The time has come," he said. "Both of you, in the living room. Now ."

Chapter Seventeen
    Sarah perched on the edge of the couch in Nonny's living room. She was wearing a heavy sweatshirt as she watched Kane pace restlessly around the small space. She was cold, even though it was warm inside the cabin. Even the steaming mug of tea Nonny had made wasn't warming her up, and she knew it was because something was so wrong with Kane that she couldn't settle.
    Ryland was standing in the open doorway, letting the morning sun stream in. His eyes were narrowed as he watched Kane pace, and she could feel the absolute readiness in Ryland's stance, prepared to react the moment Kane moved too quickly.
    Javier was sitting cross-legged on the coffee table, his dark eyes fixed on Kane, while Nonny was handing out bagels and muffins that she'd prepared for them.
    They were all waiting for Javier to speak, but he hadn't said a word since he'd ordered them to the living room. Now he was just watching Kane and Sarah, his sharp gaze going back and forth between them.
    "For God's sake, Javier," Nonny said as she slammed a platter of pastries down beside him. "Start talking."
    Kane spun around then, meeting Javier's eyes. "I'm Los Muerte, aren't I? I can feel it."
    Javier gave Kane a long look. "Los Muerte is the name for the demon who will destroy our village and wipe out the angels," he said. "It can be anyone."
    Kane swore and paced the room, restlessness rolling off him like a dark cloud. "Were you there?" he asked. "Were you there the day Los Muerte came to life and killed everyone?"
    Javier nodded once. "I was."
    Kane strode across the room then and bent over the old man, gripping the edges of the table so tightly that the wood cracked.
    "Hey!" Nonny batted at his hands. "I like that table. Get off it."
    Kane didn't move, staring down Javier. "Was I the man who murdered everyone? Was I the man they tried to kill and couldn't? Was I the man they carved up and tossed in a gutter to try to save the village?"
    Javier lifted his gaze to meet Kane's, and Sarah leaned forward, her heart racing. "You know the answer," Javier said. "You tell me."
    Kane stared at him, and then his face hardened. He looked over at Sarah, and she saw the pain in his eyes. "It was me." There was finality in his voice.
    "No—" Sarah started to protest, then swallowed her words when she saw Javier nodding his approval. "What? That's impossible."
    "He is a wise man," Javier said.
    "So I'm right." For a split second, Kane's face went ashen and he bowed his head. "I'm Los Muerte, and I murdered my son."
    Goosebumps prickled over Sarah's