Page 54 of Witch's Moon
She pursed her lips. “You know, it would be much easier if we went and killed him.”
“Perhaps.”
“You’re agreeing with me?”
“No, I just said perhaps.”
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Caleb glanced across at her. He couldn’t believe he’d told her all that stuff about his childhood. He’d never told anyone before. A single tear had spilled over, trailing down the flawless skin of her cheek, and he fought the urge to go to her and wipe it away. He’d thought her too hard to cry for anything.
He leaned his head against the back of the chair. The night had been perfect and the morning even better. For the first time he’d felt as though he was reaching Regan at some personal level. Then it had all turned to shit.
Sarah was dead.
It was true he’d hated her for a long time. In his mind, you didn’t let anyone you love suffer like that, and consequently he’d come to believe that she couldn’t have loved him, had looked after him only out of a sense of duty. But he knew it wasn’t true. She was as much a victim of Ethan as he was, but unlike him, she had never gotten away, and Caleb had in fact abandoned her. He hadn’t spoken to her in over twenty years. Now she was dead. He held up his empty glass to Regan, her lips moved, and it was filled.
He drank slowly, keeping his mind blank.
A wave of tiredness washed over him. They hadn’t slept much last night, and now he wanted nothing more than to lie next to Regan and lose himself in her body.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Her eyes widened, but she rose gracefully to her feet and held out her hand to him.
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Regan lay on her side and watched him. The hard lines of his face smoothed out in sleep and he appeared younger. How old was he?
She understood now, why he was the way he was. Why he wanted nothing to do with the pack. But even though she understood it, she knew it wasn’t right. All his life he had denied his true nature. She had more of a feeling for wolf now, and Caleb was right when he said that wolves were pack animals. He was speaking from experience. Yet all his life, his wolf had run alone.
Until he’d run with her.
She remembered how it been to wake that morning wrapped in his arms, to make love in the forest. She didn’t believe in happy-ever-afters, but she couldn’t deny the feeling of rightness, of belonging. Maybe Caleb felt the same, maybe he was starting to believe they could have a life together.
They could have nothing unless they brought Ethan down.
She pulled away, careful not to wake him. He rolled onto his back, and she slid from the bed. Grabbing a black silk robe that hung on the back of the door, she pulled it on over her nakedness and left the room. She headed down the corridor, coming to a halt outside a door. Leaning close, she breathed in and knew the two werewolves were inside. They could tell her where Ethan was.
She tapped on the door and slipped inside the room.
Kelly lay motionless, still fully dressed on top of the bed nearest the door. She looked up as Regan came into the room, then pulled herself into a sitting position, leaned across and switched on the bedside lamp.
Regan’s eyes flashed across to the other bed, where Jason lay on his back. He didn’t move, but his eyes were open.
“What do you want?” Kelly asked, her tone vaguely hostile, and Regan frowned.
“I want to know where to find Ethan Stone.”
“I don’t know.” Kelly sounded sullen now.
“So where was he last night?” When Kelly didn’t answer, she continued. “Look, I can kill him for you.”
“You? How? You’re new—weak. You could never fight Ethan and survive.”
“I don’t need to fight him to kill him.”
“I can’t tell you anything,” Kelly said.
