He extended his stride, concentrating on the yellow light spilling from the church's curved windows. He wasn't so different from Enrique - death was his gift and the only thing he could offer Brenna. The church appeared on the other side of the street like an architectural specter, reminding him of who he was and what he did when darkness fell and people thought themselves safe in their beds. She was up to something, of that he was certain. Thinking about Brenna had a dangerous way of derailing that.

He shook his head in a futile attempt to wipe her from his mind. However, the second they had actually entered the den, she'd left him and. Her gaze had been so intent, it had felt disconcertingly like a touch, no matter how impossible that was. Judd might be categorically Psy, but she was a SnowDancer.Īlmost eleven hours later, Judd found himself thinking of the way Brenna had watched him that morning as they made their way back to the den. 'No.' She also wasn't the kind of woman who gave up at the first obstacle. 'You don't seem to be the kind of woman content with safe and easy.' Remember, fire melts ice.'īrenna looked into those eerie night-sky eyes as Faith drew back. 'Then I almost pity Judd.' Leaning in, she whispered, 'Make him uncomfortable. I'm attracted to Judd's strength - give me a nice gentle puppy dog of a man and I'd drive him to tears within the hour.'įaith's lips curved upward, eyes crinkling at the corners. 'Everyone thinks I should be wrapped up in cotton wool and babied - when I'm not being pitied, that is! But I'm no tame housecat. 'And, Brenna, he's not the kind of man you need, to heal.' 'He's probably never going to break Silence - he's done and seen too much to chance feeling.'

'Leave it.' Faith's expression was solemn. 'He's as stubborn as any wolf, and with the conditioning on top of that - ' 'To reach that part of him - ' She kicked at the snow, sending it sparking into the sunshine. That he didn't take it but embraced the likelihood of death to save the children.well, that says something about your Psy, doesn't it?'īrenna had her own suspicions about who Judd had been in his other life, but she'd ask those questions to his face.

'If Judd was who I think he was in the Net, I'm fairly certain he must have been offered a chance to escape the sentence of rehabilitation. But it wasn't a wolf male she wanted.įaith relented. She knew that a wolf male - able to give and accept the touch and affection she needed to be fully alive - would make her far happier. He won't talk.' And a deep, unknown part of her flat out refused to do the sensible thing and walk away.

Caressed by Ice by Nalini Singh