Caressed By Ice by Nalini Singh Read Free Book Online Page B

perimeter—considered safe for adults but not children. There were sentries in this section, too, but they were stationed some distance away, on the border where the inner perimeter gave way to the outer. Around Judd and Brenna the forest was quiet, sound muffled by the thick blanket of snow. The trees were blue with it this far up in the Sierra, icicles hanging off the branches like transparent blades.
    â€œCareful.” He moved to cover her when she passed under a particularly lethal spike.
    â€œWhat?” She looked up and behind herself, then shivered, shifting to lean her side against his chest. He froze, unmoving as the trees. His reaction didn’t escape her notice. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like being touched. But I need it right now.”
    He’d come to expect bluntness from her. “You’re not dressed for this weather.” She wasn’t wearing a coat, just jeans and a pink turtleneck, though her feet were encased in solid boots. He should have noted and remedied the lack before they left the den.
    â€œI’m changeling. I don’t feel the cold.” Usually true, except that she was burrowing into his body, her hands raised between them as she turned slightly. One thigh pressed into his. “What about you?”
    â€œI’m fine.” He truly didn’t feel the cold, but in his case, it had to do with his telekinetic abilities. “Take this.” He shrugged off his jacket. It left him clad in a thin round-necked sweater as black as his jeans.
    â€œI told you I d-d-don’t feel the c-c-cold.”
    â€œYour lips are blue.” He put the jacket around her shoulders. At the same instant, he extended his cold-deflecting Tk shield to cover her. The shield was created by reordering the air and dust particles to form a thin but highly impermeable—and invisible—wall.
    She shuddered and began to push her arms into the sleeves. “You win. This is so warm.”
    Swimming in his jacket, she returned to her position against him. Neither of them spoke or moved for the next ten minutes. Brenna seemed content to simply gaze at the blue and white spread of the forest around them, but he was aware of every breath she took, every beat of her heart, every shift of her soft, warm body inside his jacket. The strength of that final thought sparked a warning in his brain that he chose to ignore.
    Suddenly, the blinding light of the sun was reflecting off the snow and into his eyes. He glanced up to discover the clouds had dissipated while they stood in silence.
    â€œBeautiful,” Brenna sighed, hooking one arm into his, “but hard on the eyes. Come on. There’s a lake this way. The area around it is a bit more shaded.” Glinting off her cap of hair, the sun was a sharp knife that made him question what he was doing here. But he didn’t stop walking until she did.
    â€œThere, see?” Looking out at the snow-covered surface of the small lake that during warmer months was painted with reflected images of mountains and trees, Brenna suddenly felt freer than she had in months. The fear that had trapped her inside the den was gone, crushed under the aching beauty of the wilderness she called home. All she’d needed was someone to walk with her this far.
    Smiling, she looked up at the dark angel by her side. Dressed in black, with that hair and those eyes, there was no other way to describe him. “Thank you.”
    His lips were a beautiful shape, full enough to tempt but with a hard edge that made her stomach twist. Then he spoke and it was a brutal reminder that he wasn’t simply a strong, sexy male. He was Psy. “Don’t thank me. I’ve been unable to find any concrete answers for you in relation to the dream-visions. You need to talk to someone more knowledgeable—the dreams could be a sign of mental degradation.”
    She withdrew her arm from his and shoved both hands into the pockets of his