Page 180 of Hunt for You

I nodded, barely daring to hope. “I came here for you, Sam. I’ve been dead inside since that night. I promise—no games. No lies. I’m not leaving anything out… I mean it.”

He blew out a breath. “Then… do you trust me?”

I blinked, but nodded. “I do, Sam. I… I know you’d never hurt me—not even as Cain. I want… I want out of this… for both of us. We can run together and—”

He took the steps to close the space between us at pace, and I smiled because I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead he grabbed my elbow and started marching me back towards the end of the house.

“If you’re real, and you trust me, you go home. You say nothing about this toanyone.I’ll contact you tonight. Be ready.”

“But—”

“No buts, Bridget. We can’t risk it. Just go.Go!”

He pushed me ahead of him as we were about to reach the end of the house and be visible to those in the street, but I caught myself and turned back to him before I was out in the open.

“Bridget, please—”

I took his face in my hands and pulled him down, kissing him, deep and soft and slow.

He sucked in a breath, then one arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer. He tipped his head to deepen the kiss further and I sighed into his mouth.

Moments later, he plunged a hand in my hair, pulled my head back, and rasped. “You have to gonow.I will see you tonight.”

Then he gave me one short, desperate kiss and shoved me out past the house, turning on his heel as he sprinted back to the house.

55. Home of the Free

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~ BRIDGET ~

I was pacing my living room floor, back and forth, back and forth, well into the night. When it was almost midnight, I began to tremble.

Had he tricked me? Had he just been getting me out of there? Had I been right the first time, that Cain wasactuallya monster?

What was I going to do? I’d taken that video and—

“You’re really here alone?”

I gasped and whipped around to find him standing in the small entryway from the back door, staring at me.

It was such an intense moment, and such amindfuck.

From the soles of his shoes, to his throat, he was Cain–dark, stretchy clothing that covered his arms, gloves, the bulk of his muscles hugged by stretch cotton and the smell of night. But his face…

He’d thrown his hood back and wasn’t wearing a mask. And he was Sam.

He was fuckingSam.

“God, you scared the shit out of me!” I breathed, rubbing my arms because I was goose bumped all over, every hair on my body standing tall.

I was alive.

But he didn’t move towards me. Just stood there, staring with a strange, feral intensity.

“Sam, what’s going on?”

His throat bobbed. “I had to… do some stuff. Preparations.”