Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) by Lucy Kelly Read Free Book Online Page B

actions couldn’t be predicted. He had at least an hour before he had to be back for lunch. Even though he didn’t know what he was doing, he usually helped Marla with the cooking. He took directions well, and it gave him an excuse to spend more time with her. Today, Marla had kicked him out of the house, she said she wanted to surprise him so he was taking advantage of the time to get in an extra patrol of the property.
    The moon had been bright enough for him to make a few patrols during the last two nights as well as during the days. Karlo quickly made friends with Rusty, Marla’s dog, so he wouldn’t bark and wake up Marla when he went out or came in. Karlo recognized the word dog but for some reason Rusty didn’t look like what he thought a dog should look like. He was too small and his fur was too long. He didn’t ask Marla about it because he didn’t want her to worry about him. He was determined to be the best husband she could ask for.
    That meant he needed to find out who or what was behind the small breakdowns, broken fences, and other problems on the ranch. He liked the feel of the sun on his skin and wondered why it felt both familiar and wrong at the same time. He pushed those fleeting memories away and concentrated on his surroundings. He knew if he tried to capture one of the images that flashed across his mind, he’d only end up more confused and with a big headache.
    The eastern edge of the ranch was bordered by forested hills Marla had said was Federal land. He believed the intruders were using the trees for cover to get onto the property without being seen. He’d found some footprints but no sightings of people—yet. At the same time, he felt his patrols were helping because in the past four days, there had been no new problems with the animals or ranch. Tiring out his body with exercise also helped keep his constant arousal under control. Of course it only took a few minutes in Marla’s company for him to get hard again, no matter how tired he was.
    The night before, Marla had taught him an activity called board games. They had played something called Monopoly. When she explained that all the properties actually existed in someplace called Atlantic City, he believed they were buying the actual properties. She wasn’t able to explain why the playing pieces were the shapes they were. He chose the shape she called a flat iron, which was strange because he flashed on the words KowLer star-fighter when he saw it. Luckily, he realized his error before he mentioned that belief to Marla. Many things she felt he should know, even with his memory loss.
    After playing Monopoly, Marla had brought out a pile of stiff paper with various symbols on them she called cards. They had stayed up very late talking, laughing, and playing with the cards. Not wanting the night to end, they had fallen asleep on the couch. He still remembered the feel of having her in his arms. The wedding couldn’t come soon enough. He needed to have his arms around her again, preferably when they were both naked.
    His heated and carnal thoughts were interrupted when he spotted some footprints. He started to follow them. Karlo was not aware of the change in his demeanor as he moved through the trees. He moved silently as he tracked what he could easily tell were two men. His memory might be faulty but his warrior skills were ingrained in his bones.
    As he came to the end of the trees, he could see two men at the edge of Marla’s hay field. They were throwing some type of liquid onto the tall grass.
    “Hurry up, we need to git outta here,” said one of the men.
    “Do ya gots the matches?” asked the second man.
    “You’re not going to need any matches,” growled Karlo as he stepped out from the trees. Unfortunately, the first man had already pulled out a lighter. Trying to buy them some time, he lit it and set the flame to the nearest blade of gasoline-soaked hay.
    Karlo was running toward the two men. One came toward him to