Swallowing, Kia studied the dancing, flickering shadows cast on the floor as the lightning flashed. Another storm was rolling in. The thunder crashed and she had to bite her lip to keep from shrieking.
“You okay?” her mate asked softly, stroking a hand down her arm.
“Yes I am, just jumpy,” she said, trying to smile.
Trying, failing miserably.
“I’ll light a couple of candles before I go downstairs,” he said. “That will help.”
Normally, the soft golden glow of candlelight would have helped, but some reason, tonight that soft, golden glow didn’t seem so warm and welcoming—it was sinister, secretive, hiding something in its shadows.
Kia huddled by the counter, arms wrapped around her midsection as she watched her mate grab a lamp from some junk drawer on the island.
As he left the room
