Chapter 8: MIDNIGHT MEETING
Chapter 8: Midnight Meeting
Liana jerked awake, heart racing. The black lines on her arm burned like fire. She clapped her hand over her mouth to stop from crying out.
"Not again," she whispered, looking at her arm in the moonlight. The dark lines now reached almost to her shoulder, spreading like roots from a bent tree.
She needed water. Her throat felt like sandpaper. Slipping out of bed, Liana tiptoed through the halls of the Alpha’s house. Every shadow made her jump. The stranger with the red eyes could be anywhere.
The kitchen was just ahead when she heard a noise—the clatter of plates. Someone was already there. Liana froze, ready to run back to her room.
"I can hear you breathing out there," called a familiar voice. "Either come in or go away, but stop lurking. It’s creepy."
It was Jace.
Liana pushed the door open. The kitchen was huge, with shiny counters and big tools. Jace stood in the middle, making what looked like the biggest sandwich she’d ever seen.
"Couldn’t sleep either, huh?" he asked, not looking up from his work.
"My arm hurts," Liana said before she could stop herself.
That got his attention. Jace’s green eyes snapped to her face, then down to where she clutched her covered arm.