JUMP (The Senses) by Cindy Paterson Read Free Book Online Page B

managed to avoid capture because he was a Tracker. He could smell emotions for miles and, more important, he could scent another warrior, which always gave him a head start. He excelled at covering his tracks and hiding his scent. Just like his father.
    They had searched for him, hunted him, but he’d managed to avoid them by constantly moving, keeping to areas that were concrete and laden with humans. Never had he stayed in one place longer than two days. A few times , Waleron had nearly caught up to him, damn near put the gold bands on his wrists, which would’ve been the end of his freedom. How he escaped Waleron, still bothered him, because it just didn’t happen.
    Now Keir and Jedrik knew he was back, and that meant Waleron would be notified. His betrayal wouldn’t be taken lightly. He would have to stand before the council and face the possibility that he’d be killed for what he’d done. Yeah, well, he deserved death. But this was his chance to prove to the council that warriors could fight vampire blood after consuming it. Death wasn’t the only choice for them.
    Admitting he’d returned for more than that was a harsh reality to face. His return to Toronto was for Danielle. He knew from the day he walked away from her that it would be impossible to stay absent from her life. Even if it were from a distance, he had to make certain she was shielded from the reality of the world she walked in.
    He ’d hoped to return and see the fight in Danielle’s eyes. The fight he’d seen that first day he met her in hell. But she’d been tormented and he was to blame. Revealing the Senses to her would seal his fate—instant death. No human could have knowledge of the immortal Senses unless Waleron gave the okay. That was unlikely, considering Waleron was the most cold-hearted man who walked the earth. He wouldn’t give a shit if Danielle was suffering. God, her memory loss was due to Waleron.
    He attuned his acute senses to Danielle’s apartment and smelled the scent of water. The light to the bathroom was on and he caught a glimpse of her walk past the door with a towel around her. He closed his eyes, turn ed away and walked down the alley.
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    “Oh, get on with it , show-off.” Danielle rolled her eyes as Jedrik pondered his next shot, eyes pensive, stance casual as he leaned on his pool cue.
    He raised his brows , shooting her a haughty glance. “Sweet cakes, keep that forked tongue inside that luscious mouth of yours. You’re disrupting my concentration.” His disarming smile dazzled as he raised his cue parallel to the green felt table. “This is an art.”
    “Ha. If this were art , I’d be killing you. Shoot the bloody ball.” Danielle leaned her hip against the side of the table, her pool cue in one hand, the other holding a pint of Stella.
    Jedrik chuckled. He took aim and shot the white ball. It slammed into the red solid , which banked off the right and then sank into the side pocket. He grinned, eyes shinning triumph. “Brilliant.” He puffed his chest out like a proud lion after mating.
    Danielle ran her hand down her face. It was their third game and soon to be his third win. Shit, and she’d prided herself on her game. He was creaming her; numerous striped balls still sat on the table. Was this guy bad at anything?
    “I can’t paint worth a damn .” Jedrik rubbed chalk on the tip of his cue.
    “Excuse me?” Danielle ’s hand tightened on her glass. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
    Jedrik shrugged. “See it in your expression, sweet pea. A woman’s face is like reading a book. Can see everything written right before my magnificent eyes.”
    Danielle huffed. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t dawdle, Mr. Smarty pants. Try to sink that green ball so I can have a go.”
    Jedrik did just that. A tough double -bank shot and he made it appear effortless. This was becoming tiresome considering she never had the opportunity to take a shot.
    She watched Jedrik blow