Bound by Blood (Cauld Ane Series) (18 page)

She fiddled with a button on his dress shirt. “What did you mean by I have all the power?”

“Pretty much that I don’t have any. Particularly when you’re around.”

“Oh.” She wrinkled her nose. “I still don’t understand how all of this is happening…physically or otherwise. You’re not going to tell me you’re a vampire or something weird like that, are you?”

Kade laughed. “Aren’t they typically Transylvanian?”

“Depends on who you ask, I suppose.”

“No, I’m not a vampire…at least, I don’t think I am. My body doesn’t sparkle in the sunlight, so I think I’m safe.”

“Oh, funny.”

“When you were first attacked, I felt your panic. That’s why I arrived when I did. I knew where you were. My heart was able to find you…a bit like a GPS signal.”

“Fiona said Angus did the same for her. Is he Icelandic as well?

“No. He’s Scottish, but we’re from the same clan,” Kade explained. Sam shifted back to her favorite position, but this time when she backed up against the arm, he pulled her legs over his thighs, keeping them connected. “Why don’t I start at the middle? It’s really the beginning of my clan’s story, so that might help.”

“Okay.”

“We arrived on Scottish soil and found unoccupied land in the Highlands. It’s where we built our homes and incorporated the rest of the village.”

“You say ‘we.’ You mean your ancestors, right?”

“That’s an interesting question.”

She frowned. He was right. Why would she ask something so rhetorical?

“Sam?”

She focused on him again and realized he was trying to get something across. She just couldn’t grasp what. “Okay. What are you trying to say? The truth. All of it.”

“When I say ‘we,’ I mean ‘we.’ Me included.”

“You’re what, thirty-something? Is there still unoccupied land in the Highlands of Scotland?”

“Not much of it anymore.”

“And you couldn’t just take it, right? You’d have to go through official channels and such.”

Kade nodded. “Nowadays, aye.”

Sam bit her lip. “So, did you buy land?”

“No, Samantha. We took it.”

She jumped from the couch and nearly tripped over the coffee table.

“Careful,” he warned and reached for her when she grasped her head.

She waved him away. “Are you a criminal?” she asked.

“No.”

“Like you’d tell me if you were,” she grumbled.

“You’d know if I were lying.”

She let out a squeal of frustration and stomped her foot. “You’re playing word games with me. Stop it. Just spit it out.”

Kade leaned forward and settled his arms on his knees. “I arrived here with my family from Iceland in 1420.”

“
Riiiiight
.”

He stood and made his way toward her. Samantha backed away.

“Sweetheart, listen to my heart rather than worry about the words. I’m going to tell you everything, but I need you not to run.”

“I won’t, but don’t touch me. I need all of my emotions. Crazy or not.”

He stalled and nodded.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re close to six-hundred years old?”

“No.”

“Okay, then what
are
you telling me?”

“I’m telling you I’m
over
six-hundred years old,” he said. “I was born in 1410.”

Sam started to pace. “No. No. No, no, no, no.” She rubbed her head. “It’s the head injury, isn’t it? I’m hallucinating.”

“I’m having a difficult time seeing you in distress, love. Will you let me help?” he asked.

“You won’t try to do something to my mind, will you?”

Kade’s eyes widened. “I can’t, Sam. All I can do is ease your pain and worry. I don’t have the power to manipulate you. And even if I did, I wouldn’t.”

She slipped into his arms and laid her head against his chest. Her pain and panic eased immediately and she took a deep breath as the calm covered her.

He ran his hands through her hair. “I think we should pause the information dump for a bit. I don’t want you to overtax yourself.”

“Let me decide what’s overtaxing.” She looked up at him. “Is this some kind of druid thing?”

“No. Iceland converted to Christianity in the tenth century. Our family and clan have been Christians for centuries, even before I was born, so when we arrived in Scotland, we continued to practice our faith. We are known as Cauld Ane.”

“What does Cauld Ane mean?”

“Roughly translated, it means cold one.”

“That doesn’t sound pleasant.”

He smiled. “We prefer the cold.”

“So, is that another clan name?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s more of our race.”

“Race? What do you mean?”

“We are not entirely human,” he said.

“Are you trying to tell me that God made you immortal?”

“No, we do die eventually, just not as quickly as humans.”

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“I know it doesn’t.” He pulled her back onto the couch and wrapped an arm around her waist. “But I don’t know who else would have made me this way.”

“What about some kind of ancient curse?” she asked.

“Methuselah was nine hundred and sixty-nine when he died, so I think God has more say over our lifespan than anyone or anything.”

She mulled the information over for a few minutes. “Do you have proof of all of this?”

Kade chuckled. “Ever the scientist, I see. Yes, I have proof. At home.”

“What do you mean at home? You
are
home.”

“No, this is where I live, but it’s not my home. My home is in the Highlands.”

Sam’s eyes felt heavy and she couldn’t stop a yawn. “How can you talk to me in my head?”

“It’s because we are fated to be bound. I can talk to you when I’m touching you, sort of. Warnings mostly or our ancient mating words. At least until we’re bound. Then we’ll have more of a connection.”

She shook her head. “That’s not true. I heard you say something to Alex when he was helping with the computer. You sounded angry.”

Shock covered his face. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how that’s possible.” His eyebrows puckered in confusion. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Sam snorted. “You question that, but not the fact you’re pretty much immortal?”

“I’ve had six hundred years or so to get used to that.”

“True.” She yawned again.

“You need to rest.”

“But I want to know everything.”

“I know you do, and I promise I’ll tell you everything in time,” he said. “However, right now you’re exhausted and should rest.”

“You’re probably right.” She swung her legs over the side of the sofa. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

He rose to his feet and pulled her up. “You’re not going anywhere. You’ll nap here where I can keep an eye on you.”

“I’ve kept you from work all morning, Kade. You must be slammed.”

“The beauty of technology, sweetheart, is that I can work here while you sleep.” He raised an eyebrow. “The question is, do you want to sleep on the couch or in the guest room?”

“Seriously, Kade.” She picked up her cell phone. “Don’t go to any trouble. I’ll just go home and crash.”

“Nice try.” He shook his head. “You’re going to sleep here. Come with me.”

“Are all of you this bossy, or is it just you?” she grumbled.

“All of whom?”

“Your family.”

He grinned at her over his shoulder. “According to my family, it’s just me, although, Fiona’s pretty good at it as well.”

“Fine. I’ll sleep here.”

“Excellent choice.”

Kade led her to a spacious guest room and pulled the covers back on the large bed. Samantha removed her shoes and slid into the soft sheets. The room was quite cool, so she pulled the covers to her neck and snuggled into the mattress.

“I’ll be right back,” Kade said.

He returned with a large woolen blanket and laid it over her. She ran her hands over the rough fabric. “Is this your tartan?”

“Aye.”

Dark blues interwoven with greens incorporated all of her favorite colors. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He sat beside her and stroked her cheek. “Close your eyes.”

“I don’t want to.”

He grinned. “I know you don’t. Do it anyway.”

“Kade?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“I know.” He leaned down and kissed her. “I love you too.”

Sam closed her eyes as he whispered to her in either Icelandic or Gaelic…she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t care. It was beautiful.

Fara að sofa, elskan
.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KADE LEFT THE door slightly open in case she needed him and then made his way to his office down the hall. He sat down at his laptop and pulled up his mail. As he scrolled through his messages, his cell phone buzzed. His mother’s number popped up on the screen.

“Mother? Is everything all right?”

“I believe it’s time you and I had an in-depth conversation,” she said.

“What did Fiona tell you?”

“Och, Kadie, she didn’t have to tell me anything. But on that note, you should have told me. It’s been weeks.”

“I didn’t really know what to tell you.”

“I know.” He heard her sigh. “There are things that your father made me promise not to tell you until you’d found your mate, and now you have, haven’t you?”

“Aye.”

“Right. I’m sorry I’ve waited this long to speak with you, but I had no idea your mate would be human. As chieftain, you’ll also need answers to a few questions.”

“What questions?”

“Why don’t you come up this weekend and we’ll sit down and have a long chat?”

Kade sat up straighter. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Excellent,” she said. “I’ll see you soon.”

She hung up before Kade could say anything further, and he wondered what she could possibly tell him that had been a secret up until then. His cell phone buzzed again, and this time it was his head of security. “Alasdair? What did you find?”

“We found out who attacked Dr. Moore.”

Kade sat back. “Who?”

“He was Cauld Ane. However, what’s more disturbing is that there’s some evidence that Shannon Fraser may have been involved.”

“She should have been long gone by now.”

“I know. We’re looking into it.”

Kade pinched the bridge of his nose. “Whoever was supposed to be watching Samantha this morning better be in my office first thing tomorrow morning.”

“It was me.”

“Excuse me?” Kade snapped.

“I was on deck to watch her.”

“I told you to put someone else on her.”

“I understand, but I chose to watch her and have Simon watch the area. She was my responsibility. But I was so caught up watching that Cole fellow, I missed the bigger threat. The attacker was trying to get to you.”

“Bloody hell, Ali.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re right. It won’t. I’ll talk to Hamish about his sister. We’ll need to organize the Council earlier than I thought. You and Duncan get on hiring more men.”

“All right. How many?”

“A hundred. I don’t know.” Kade sighed. “Enough to keep her safe.”

“Kade?”

Kade turned to see Samantha standing in the doorway. “Ali, I’ll call you back.” He hung up and rose to his feet. “Are you all right?”

“I had a bad dream and then felt your stress.”

“Come here, love.” He reached out and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry.”

“Who do you need to keep safe?”

“You,” he said as he stroked her hair.

“Me? Why?”

Kade took her hand and led her to the living room. “Have a seat. I’ll get you some tea.”

She lowered herself onto the sofa and frowned. “I don’t want tea. I want you to answer my question.”

He sat down next to her and took a deep breath. “The man who attacked you is someone who was trying to get to me.”

“Why attack me, then?”

“Because
you
are the best way to get to me.”

She pursed her lips. “Um, how?”

“As soon as my people saw us together, they knew you were my mate.”

“How?”

“That’s not something I can put into words. It’s just something they knew.”

Sam groaned and dropped her head in her hands. “I don’t understand.”

“I know. And I don’t know that I can explain everything here.”

“Why not?”