The Firstborn. Dani Sinclair

blankets, it was somehow comforting to snuggle beneath the familiar material in a house that felt all wrong.

      Hayley knew she wouldn’t sleep a wink. For one thing, she was entirely too aware of Bram’s large frame sprawled directly across from her. He used the afghan as a pillow. Irrationally, she was disappointed that he found it so easy to be a perfect gentleman.

      She studied his features after he closed his eyes and began to relax. In the flickering candlelight, the harsh planes of his face softened. He was actually a strikingly good-looking man. She’d never experienced such a strong physical pull before.

      She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She’d put in a lot of overtime recently getting ready for a showing, which was one reason she hadn’t gone to England with Leigh. The strain of that, plus the drive here and the past few hours had taken more of a toll than she’d realized. Once she allowed herself to relax, Bram’s image slowly faded as exhaustion claimed her.

      THE URGENT WHISPER of voices raised her slowly from the depths of a deep, dreamless sleep. The room was in total darkness. It took her a minute to figure out why that was wrong. The comforting sputter of the candles had been extinguished.

      Hayley lay motionless. Had those whispers been part of some dream? She didn’t hear anything now. It was several minutes before she realized the opposite couch was empty.

      Bram was gone.

      Tossing aside the afghan, Hayley sat up. Reaching out, she brushed a candle with her hand. Steadying it, she found the wax still warm and fluid. Bram must have just blown it out. Why would he do that?

      Hayley heard the faint whispers resume. Someone was in her grandfather’s office, next to the library. She stood silently, straining to hear, but couldn’t make out the words. She couldn’t even tell if the whisperers were male or female. As quietly as possible, she groped her way to the office door. It had been closed when they’d lain down earlier.

      The office was only slightly less dark than the rest of the house. Where was a nice bright moon when she needed one? The drapes on these windows were semisheer, and she might have been able to see something. The whispers stopped abruptly.

      She was tempted to call out to Bram, but caution held her silent. Instinctively, she knew it would be better if the speakers didn’t realize she was awake. If Bram had blown out the candles, he didn’t want her to see who he was talking with. The sense of wrongness she’d felt earlier became a living weight in her chest.

      Hayley stubbed her toe on the edge of her grandfather’s massive desk. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

      Had they heard her?

      She didn’t breathe. The absolute silence was more unnerving than the whispers had been. The sense of danger became so acute she wanted to run. Her heart began pounding loudly enough to be audible out in the hall.

      Someone knew she was in here.

      Her hand sought the edge of the desk to use as a guide. When her fingers didn’t find it, she told herself to stay calm. She knew this house. All she had to do was turn around and walk straight ahead. The opening to the library was right in front of her.

      So was a large, dark shape.

      Chapter Three

      “What the devil are you doing wandering around in the dark like this?” Bram demanded as his powerful hands gripped her shoulders.

      Relief gave way to a surge of adrenaline-fed fury. She punched his chest, shocked to feel firm, bare skin beneath her knuckles. Instantly, he released his hold.

      “Stop sneaking up on me like that! That’s twice you’ve done that to me. It isn’t funny.”

      “I wasn’t sneaking anywhere. I was looking for you. Why did you blow out the candles? This place is a tomb.”

      His description was a little too close for comfort. “I didn’t blow out the candles! You did.”

      “No. I didn’t.”

      “I suppose they blew themselves out,” she scoffed. “Who were you talking to?”

      She sensed his sudden caution. If only she could see his expression…

      “I wasn’t talking to anyone, Hayley. You must have been dreaming. I went down the hall to use the bathroom.”

      “Don’t tell me that. I heard you!”

      “I don’t know what you thought you heard, but it wasn’t me.”

      Goose bumps rose along her arms. Her teeth began to chatter because she realized she believed him.

      “Then we aren’t alone in here. I distinctly heard two people whispering together. And I didn’t blow out the candles.”

      Bram muttered something that sounded like a curse. “Let’s go. I need my flashlight.”

      “Why don’t you have it with you?”

      “Because it fell off the coffee table when I reached for it earlier, and I didn’t want to wake you looking for it. I didn’t figure I needed it just to go to the bathroom, but I didn’t know we were going to be roaming around in the dark like this. Come on, you can help me find it.”

      Bram reached for her hand. His fingers closed over hers, making her intensely aware of his much larger, warmer hand. He seemed to have cat’s eyes as he led her back inside the library without a single misstep. No wonder he hadn’t needed the flashlight in the dark hall.

      His touch was strangely reassuring. She was almost sorry when he released her again.

      “I think it rolled under the table,” he told her.

      She dropped to the carpeting beside the table while he did the same on the other side. Her hands swept over empty air. A second later, she heard his sound of satisfaction.

      “Got it.”

      A decidedly weaker beam bounced around the room, causing ominous shadows to sway against the walls.

      “I don’t suppose you have fresh batteries anywhere?” he asked.

      “There might be some in the kitchen.”

      Bram set the flashlight on the table and relit the candles. “Wait here while I have a look around.”

      “No! There’s someone else in here. What if they’re armed?”

      “I don’t think that’s likely.”

      His skeptical tone struck a nerve. “You don’t believe me.”

      “I didn’t say that.”

      “You’re thinking it. I can tell from your tone.”

      “Hayley—”

      “There were two voices,” she said firmly. “You were one of them, weren’t you? You must have been. Why are you lying to me? Who else is in here?”

      “Calm down.”

      Furious, Hayley came around the couch to ram a finger against his chest. “Don’t tell me to calm down! I want to know what’s going on.”

      Bram lifted her hand from the rock-hard wall of his chest and reached for his shirt, which he’d draped across the back of the other couch.

      “I don’t know what’s going on, but I intend to find out.”

      He didn’t raise his voice, but there was a reassuring core of steel in his tone. She watched him slip the shirt over his head.

      “I’d offer to leave,” he said quietly, “but I can’t walk away under the circumstances.”

      “I did hear voices,” she insisted.

      Bram scraped a hand over the dark stubble on his jaw. “Hayley, have you ever had a dream where you knew you were dreaming, but couldn’t wake up? Then, when you did,