the least.
Go, she mouthed silently and shooed him away. Surprisingly, he did as she asked and stepped into the darkness behind the opened bedroom door.
She crept toward the kitchen and was surprised to see Uncle Ben opening the back door. She hadnât seen her uncle since Christmas. What could he be doing here now? And creeping in the back door?
âHi, Uncle Ben. Whatâs up?â she said loudly, though she didnât need to. Vampires had exceptional hearing. Smiling widly, she stepped into the kitchen.
Uncle Ben looked stunned to see her. âIâ¦uh⦠Iâm looking for Cayman.â
And you couldnât knock on the front door? âIâm afraid heâs not here. Is there anything I can help you with?â
âNo.â He hesitated. âHe was supposed to meet me earlier and didnât show up, so I thought Iâd come back. Do you know when heâll be home?â
âNo. What was he supposed to meet you about?â she asked.
âItâsâ¦â He paused. âItâs nothing. Iâll see you later, Xana.â He kissed her on the cheek then walked back out the kitchen door, closing it behind him.
She stared after him, feeling decidedly shut out. That was definitely odd. What was going on with her family?
âIs something wrong?â Marius asked, suddenly standing behind her.
She turned around and found she was standing too close to him. If she leaned forward, even an inch, her nose would be brushing against the silky fabric of his shirt.
âThat was just very strange,â she said, slightly distracted by the width of his broad shoulders and the definition of his pecs. âIâve never seen Uncle Ben act like that before.â
âLike what?â
She took a step back to regain her equilibrium. âI donât know. All distant and unfriendly-like. And since when has he ever had anything to do with Cayman?â
âAre they not close?â
The light bounced off his long deep ebony hair, reminding her of the sheen of a ravenâs wing. Before this moment, she hadnât noticed how beautiful it was.
âUm. No. Yes. I mean, we lived with him after my folks died, but itâs not like weâre a warm and fuzzy family. He was always very busy, and now we only see each other on major holidays, like birthdays and Christmas.â
âApparently Cayman wanted to talk to him about something.â
âYep. Apparently.â Disconcerted, she turned away. She didnât like noticing his shiny hair or his strong shoulders or how tall and incredibly hot he was. He was a vampire who would bite her and take what he wanted from her in an instant. She couldnât forget that. And if she started to, all she had to do was think of the tender spots at her throat and the top of her thigh.
Which she did and, as she did, heat filled her cheeks as the memory came rushing back. His face nestled in her crotch, the erotic fire his mouth and teeth had drawn out of her. Warmth suffused her chest. Her hand fluttered against it and she let out a deep breath as she hurried toward her brotherâs bedroom. She had to put some distance between them.
âWhat does Uncle Ben do?â Marius asked, following her.
Now he wants to talk? She reached the doorway and saw the king-size bed that dominated most of the room, and spun on heel turning back. âHeâs a doctor at the VA hospital.â
Marius walked past her into the bedroom and started rifling through the dresser drawers. She sighed, followed him into the room and checked the nightstand. She needed to focus. They were looking for anything that would tell her about this Alliance group and shine a light into the secrets her brother was keeping.
Marius picked up a picture off the dresser of Uncle Ben and the two of them at Caymanâs graduation. âHe was hiding something,â he said.
âUncle Ben? Nah. Heâs a doctor, thatâs all heâs ever