new. It was a lot to take in, a lot to learn. And even though her claims were outrageous, he couldn’t deny what he saw with his own eyes. What he’d discovered within himself. She wanted to close off the town, make it effectively disappear. Would he be able to take his newfound abilities with him? She never gave him a straight answer about that question.
He sat on the side of the bed and studied Jenna closely. She was beautiful, but the years were starting to show. A line here, a crinkle of skin there. Her boobs weren’t sagging yet, but they were getting there. Her underwear had been discarded, and her blouse was more off than on. She looked more disheveled than sexy, kind of like a homeless hooker. He smiled. The thought amused him.
They’d been interrupted by her phone call, and now he found he was no longer in the mood. Not for sex, anyway. He had her number, had recognized her type immediately. Jenna used her body to get men to do what she wanted. She was trying to do that to him, but he wasn’t as gullible as most men.
He saw her flaws. He saw past her deadly charm. She thought she was using him, but it was the other way around. And when he was finished with her, he’d kill her. Her refusal to give him a straight answer about how his abilities would function after she got her way was answer enough. He’d go back to being who and what he’d been before. Powerless.
Her plan to cut this town off from the rest of the world only appealed if one wanted to stay here. He did not. He wanted to be able to come and go as he pleased, and somehow, some way, he wanted to find a way to take his newfound powers with him. How could he make that happen?
Blake lifted one hand and held it aloft between him and the woman in his bed, palm forward.
Jenna tried to sit up. “What are you…”
He willed her to lie back down, imagined a physical force pushing her backward. She flew back with a squeal, bouncing on the bed with the force of his power.
After she caught her breath, she glared at him. “How dare you…”
Blake closed her mouth with his will, with a strong desire for her to shut up. Jenna’s pretty blue eyes widened in terror, but she didn’t say a word. She couldn’t. He liked it.
He leaned over her, a new idea blooming. He should’ve thought of it before! Would have, if his head hadn’t been filled with so much new information. Bolton blood. Jenna wanted his baby because it would have some sort of genetically shared power. That meant…
“If I have these amazing abilities, what about my daughter? She’s special, too, isn’t she?”
Jenna nodded her head, with effort.
All the more reason to save his child from her pathetic mother. He couldn’t let goody-goody Gabi corrupt the kid, couldn’t allow her to limit the possibilities.
They’d make a pair, wouldn’t they? Father and daughter, ruling the world. No one would defy them. And Mia was so young, she’d never remember that he’d killed her mother.
He took Jenna’s breath, leaned over her and inhaled, taking it all in. If he kept it up, she’d have no breath left. She’d die, here in this bed, untouched by his hands yet suffocated by his will. It was the kind of end she deserved.
But he had no use for a corpse. Not yet.
When she could breathe again, when he released her, Jenna tried to scoot from the bed. She didn’t get far. He wasn’t ready to let her go.
“I’m in charge, now,” he said, as he manipulated her back into place.
All she could do was nod.
“You do what I say, when I say it. No arguments, no alternate plans. You do as I command without question.”
The blonde bitch nodded once.
“Good. Do you still want my child?”
Jenna licked her lips. “I do.”
She was terrified. He saw it in her eyes, in the paleness of her skin, in the way she trembled. He had never wanted any woman more.
Chapter 16
It would be tempting to hide here in Mystic Springs, behind the locked doors of a little house that normally offered her such peace; behind Silas, who insisted that he would protect her.
She’d been hiding for so long. When would it end?
Last night she’d been ready to run, to load up her car and hit the road, taking her