Instead of rebuking him, she set about telling him all the different ways MI5 could be—and would be—watching Dreagan. Once she finished with that, she went on to explain how MI5 could infiltrate Dreagan without any of them knowing it.
By the time she was through, Kellan had even more reasons to hate humans. He pushed away from the wall and opened the door. When he spotted Con standing in the hallway, Kellan knew Constantine had heard everything.
Con gave him a nod before he walked into the room. “It’s time.”
Kellan glanced at Denae before he turned to Con. Alarm sizzled along his skin. He gave a firm shake of his head. “I doona think that’s a good idea.”
“It’s only fair. She has, after all, shared her secret. Even before she’s known ours.”
Kellan wasn’t sure what bothered him the most. That they were going to tell—as well as show—Denae what they were, or that right before they released her, Guy was going to wipe her memories of anything to do with Dreagan.
She would forget him, forget that her eyes would track him around the room and look at him as if he held the answers to everything.
But he would never forget the heat of her gaze or the pure seduction that she exhibited.
“I don’t want to know,” Denae was quick to say.
Kellan looked to the chair where she sat. She was stoic, but he sensed the thread of fear running through her. It was due to her training that she realized what kind of position she was in.
“If you tell me, you’ll kill me,” she told Con. “I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see. I don’t want to hear.”
Con merely smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Come, Miss Lacroix. Do you really believe we’ll harm you?”
“Without a doubt. You’ve gone to a great deal of trouble to keep your identities secret.”
Constantine opened the door all the way. “We willna kill you. There are other methods. I’ve a gift, something that will prove we keep our word.”
Kellan took a step toward Denae, not sure if it was to help her or Con. Con’s curious look stopped him in his tracks. What the hell was wrong with him? Surely he hadn’t been about to step between Con and Denae to protect her? The thought shook him to his core.
He hated humans, even beautiful ones.
Whisky eyes lifted to his, and Kellan gave her a nod of encouragement. It’s all he would give her. He couldn’t chance getting any closer. She had no idea how a boxy shirt that kept one shoulder bared set his blood afire.
“Show me your wound,” Con bade her.
Once more Denae glanced at Kellan before she did as Con asked, lifting the cami and oversized shirts together so the square of gauze could be seen.
Kellan hadn’t seen the injury since he’d finished stitching it. It had been Cassie who had cleaned and bandaged the wound.
“You were verra lucky your partner didna hit anything major,” Con said as he squatted beside the chair and reached for the bandage.
Denae pulled away. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to look at your wound.”
Kellan turned the other way, unsure at the sudden prickle of irritation growing within him. Con wanted him to develop a connection with Denae, and he had, apparently.
Fuck!
“I don’t know,” Denae said.
The sound of movement caused Kellan to look over his shoulder to see Denae had risen and moved near him. Her face was pale and she wasn’t able to hide the pain from her quick movements.
Without thinking, Kellan took hold of her arm to steady her. “Con willna hurt you.”
“Perhaps you should remove her bandage, Kellan,” Con said as he stood.
Kellan looked down into Denae’s eyes. She was too close, their bodies touching. His desire flared, lust riding him hard as he started to pull her closer. Her eyes searched his face. And she again lifted her shirt, this time for him.
His hand brushed over the warm skin of her stomach and he felt it quiver. Her sharp inhale confirmed that she wasn’t immune to his touch.
It was Con’s watchful stare that returned sanity to Kellan’s mind, if not his body. He did his best to ignore the swell of her breast so near as he gently removed the gauze.
But his cock wasn’t so obedient. It was hard and aching, straining to get next to Denae. Kellan inhaled deeply, breathing in Denae’s clean, wholesome scent.
In the light of day, Kellan could see the five-inch gash and the uneven stitches she had started before he took over. The skin around the injury was pink, signaling that it was healing.
He looked back at Denae’s face to find that somehow their bodies had moved closer together. They were so near all he had to do was bend down to kiss her.
“This willna hurt,” Con stated as he came up beside them.
Denae’s hands gripped Kellan when Con put his hand near her wound. In the next instant, Con’s magic filled the room. As she watched, the gash healed and the stitches dropped to the ground.
Her eyes widened as she looked from Kellan to Con. “What did you just do?”
“I healed you, Miss Lacroix,” Con said arrogantly. “It’s one of our secrets here.”
“You all can do that?”