Gareth held open the barn door and ushered Darelle inside.
Kane hesitated in the doorway and Darelle saw a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ll be back in a bit, my lady,” he said. “I want to get something for you.”
A groan of frustration sounded deep in Gareth’s throat. “Are you mad? The sun is almost set.”
Concern flickered across Kane’s eyes. “I won’t be more than a few minutes.” He looked at Gareth hard. “She needs this.”
Gareth growled. “Hurry then.” He slid the heavy door into place and turned to Darelle.
“Where is he going?” she asked. The shock of having fed on Christine had weakened her even though the blood itself had given her strength, and she teetered slightly.
He reached for her hand, grasping her gently yet firmly. “I don’t know. But I do see that you need to rest, my
