"Not too late to run for the hills," Kade muttered under his breath, the rim of his glass brushing his lips. He almost wanted her to run—because wanting her to stay was far more dangerous.
Nelly's gaze darted to him, "And Kade is your…"
Kade slammed the drink down harder than necessary, the liquid splashing over the side of the glass. "I think that's enough information for one day. We should let her absorb the first part," he interrupted sharply. He couldn't risk the truth—the bond, the pull, the inevitability. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.
Nelly crossed her arms, her disapproval clear. "How long are you going to keep it from her, Kade?" she asked.
"As long as it takes." His answer was final, a fortress built of stubbornness and regret.
But May wasn't listening anymore. Her world had shifted beneath her feet and she was scrambling for balance. Her head spun. What in the world is happening to my life? she thought, clutching Adelita tighter.
