His stomach rumbled, betraying him.
"You sound hungry to me.
"
Starving, to be honest, but right then he was craving a taste of her a lot more than he was craving food.
"Yeah. I guess I am."
"Here," she said, reaching out for him. "I might be blind, but I can cook. I promise that unless Sasha has moved things around in the kitchen, I haven't poisoned my stew."
Zarek didn't take her hand.
She swallowed as if nervous or awkward, then dropped her hand and headed out of the room.
Sasha growled at him again.
Zarek growled back and stamped his foot at the annoying pooch, who looked like it wanted nothing more than to tear his leg off.
He caught an unfocused look of censure on Astrid's face as she paused in the doorway to turn back
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) toward them. "Are you being mean to Sasha?"
"No. I'm just returning his greeting." The wolf's ears were still laid back as it darted out of the room. "Rin Tin Tin doesn't seem to like me very much."
She shrugged. "He doesn't like anyone much. Sometimes not even me."
Astrid turned and headed down the hallway with Zarek behind her. There was something very ominous about this man. Deadly. And it wasn't just the strength she had felt in his arm as she touched it.
He oozed an unnatural darkness that seemed to warn everyone, even the blind, to stay away from him.
That was most likely what Sasha reacted to. It was extremely disconcerting.
Even frightening.
Maybe Artemis was right. Maybe she should judge him guilty and just go on home…
But he hadn't attacked her. At least not yet.
Astrid led him to the breakfast counter where she had three bar stools. Her sisters had placed them there earlier when they had come to visit and warn her about her latest assignment.
All three of her sisters had been extremely unhappy that she had decided to judge Zarek for her mother, but in the end, they'd had no choice except to let her do her job.
To their eternal consternation, there were some things not even the Fates could control.
Free will was one of them.
"Do you like beef stew?" she asked Zarek.
"I'm not picky. I'm just grateful to have something warm I didn't have to cook myself."
She noted the bitterness in his voice. "You do that a lot?"
He didn't answer.
Astrid felt her way to the stove.
As she neared the pot, Zarek was suddenly there, grabbing her hand and pulling her back. He'd moved so fast and silently that she gasped in startled alarm.
His speed and strength gave her pause. This man could really hurt her if he chose to, and given what she had in store for him, that was a very sobering realization.
"Let me do that," he said sharply.
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) She swallowed at the unwarranted anger in his tone. "I'm not helpless. I do this all the time."
He released her. "Fine, burn your hand then, I don't care." He moved away from her.
"Sasha?" she called.
Her wolf came up to her side and leaned against her leg to let her know where he was. Kneeling down, she took his head in her hands and closed her eyes.
Reaching out with her mind, she connected with Sasha's until she could use his eyesight as her own. She saw Zarek as he made his way back to the counter and she had to force herself not to gasp.
Afraid that his looks might sway her opinion about his character before she had a chance to interact with him, she hadn't used Sasha before this to see him.
Now she knew how right she'd been.
Zarek was incredibly handsome. His long, black hair was sleek, hanging just past his wide shoulders.
The black turtle-neck he wore clung to a body that rippled with finely toned muscles. His face was lean and well sculpted. The planes of it, even while covered in whiskers, were a study in perfect male proportions. Yet he wasn't pretty, he was darkly handsome. Almost sinister looking except for his long black eyelashes and firm lips that softened his face.
And when he took a seat, she got a spectacular view of a well-shaped butt covered by leather.
The man was a god!
But what struck her most as he sat down and stared at the counter was the deep sadness in his midnight eyes. The haunted shadow that hovered there.
He looked tired. Lost.
Most of all, he looked terribly lonely.
He glanced at them and frowned.
Astrid patted Sasha's head and gave him a hug as if nothing unusual had happened. She hoped Zarek wouldn't have any idea what she'd been up to.
Her sisters had warned her that this particular Dark-Hunter would have extreme powers such as telekinesis and refined hearing, but none of them knew if he could senseher limited powers.