The Keepers: Ethan

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY ONE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY TWO (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY THREE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FORTY NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTY NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by Rae Rivers (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE (#u0f219859-6310-5080-aa1a-1cafcc099a83)

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

BENNETT ESTATE, RAPID FALLS, CANADA

He felt her heartbeat beneath his fingers.

A slow, steady rhythm that quickened the moment he touched her. Tightening his grip on her hip, Ethan circled her, his senses tuned in to his surroundings – the crunch of forest debris beneath his boots, the trickle of water from the river behind him, her quiet breathing.

The setting sun had masked Jenna’s skin in a golden glow, the single braid of blond hair darker than usual. She stood poised with quiet confidence, her legs parted. She held the bow and arrow with practiced skill, the ease at which she handled the weapon never failing to impress him. Dressed in a tank top, army pants and boots, she looked prepared for combat.

He kept his gaze on the warrior woman, not surprised when her expression remained even, her back straight, as though the closeness between them had made no impact.

But her heartbeat gave her away.

“Ready?” he murmured, stifling a smirk.

“Of course.”

He tapped her elbow. “Straighten your arm.”

“You’re giving me archery tips?” Her brows raised, a mild grin playing on her lips. “Me?”

He nudged her arm for good measure and smiled. “If you need more time –”

“I’m ready, Ethan. Stop trying to distract me.”

He held out a hand toward the river, coloured with a touch of pink. “Don’t blink, it’ll be fast.”

“I’m faster.”

“Cocky, are we?”

“Confident.” On a gentle hiss of air, she drew back the arrow, ready for flight. “Stop stalling.”

Grinning, he mentally ditched the larger rock he’d had in mind and opted for a smaller one. Nothing like upping the challenge at the last minute.

He rotated his hand, the movement sparking a small whirlwind on the riverbed. A rush of energy swirled through him, bringing the familiar comfort he always felt when connecting to nature.

Air. His elemental power.

“On the count of three,” he murmured and began the countdown. In lightning speed, he directed the wind away from them. It hoisted the rock into the air with a force that launched it across the sky.

She released the arrow, followed by a triumphant cry when it connected with the target.

Smiling, she lowered the weapon and wiggled her butt and shoulders in a victory dance that extracted a laugh from him.