She moved closer to him so that she could study the handsome lines of his face.
His features were perfect. Manly. The dark blond brows were arched perfectly over those eerie eyes of his. His cheekbones were high and dusted with a hint of stubble. It was the kind of stubble that made a woman want to stand up on her tiptoes and nibble it until her lips were raw from it.
It was then that she realized something…
Alexion, unlike her and the rest of the DarkHunters, didn't have fangs.
How could that be?
But at least it marked the Daimon question firmly off the list. No full-blooded Daimon could live without feeding.
"What are you?" she asked. "Really?"
He looked at her as if the question bored him "We've already had this discussion."
Yeah, but they'd never finished it. "You have asked me to trust you. Fine. I'm willing to give it a go. But if I do, then I deserve the same amount of respect in return." She gave him a meaningful stare. "Trust me with the truth of you."
She saw the debate flashing across his green eyes before he finally responded. "Let us just say that I am 'other.' I'm truly unique in this world. I'm not a human. I'm not a DarkHunter and I'm not a Daimon or Apollite. I'm just me. Plain and simple."
She fought the urge to laugh at that last statement. There was nothing plain or simple about this man.
His gaze narrowed on her and a deep-seated hunger sparked in his eyes. He moved his hand toward her face.
Danger instinctively moved her head away.
His eyes continued to burn her with the intensity of his powerful stare. "Would you let me touch your cheek, Danger?"
She would have said no had it not been for the peculiar note in his voice. If she didn't know better, she'd swear it was one born of needful longing. "Why do you want to?"
He dropped his hand and looked away as if trying to banish a nightmare. "Because I live in a place where there is no human to touch. I miss the warmth of a woman's skin. The softness." He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. "The heady, feminine scent that is unique to all women. You've no idea what it's like to crave human contact to the point that it permeates your entire being with a need so strong that at times it makes you wonder if you've gone mad and that your whole life is nothing but a fucked-up delusion brought on by the insanity."
Now that was a scary, intense thought. So much so that she had to force herself not to back away from a man who made Norman Bates seem normal. All he needed was Mother in the rocker.
Good thing she wasn't blond and preferred a bath to a shower…
You're rambling, Danger.
You think? I got a lunatic in my house sent to me by Ash. Thank you, Ash. Any other loons you want to offload on me? And I thought my aunt Morganette was insane. At least she only thought her cat was Uncle Etienne who she kept dressed in breeches and knee coat. That was almost cute, but this…
Oh, yeah, send me the straitjacket, Ash. You owe it to me.
Yet even in the midst of her mental rant, something he'd said struck her and calmed her down a degree. "What do you mean that you live someplace where there aren't any humans?"
His eyes were an almost normal shade of hazel. "In a realm far away from here."
"Is that like in Star Wars? A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away? Want to tell me where your Tatooine is located? Is it anywhere in this universe? Near Toledo maybe? The one in Ohio or Spain? I'm not picky. Can I MapQuest it?"
Alexion laughed bitterly. "You know the biggest difference between men and women? Whenever I was sent to a male DarkHunter, he never asked me any questions. I simply told him that I'd been sent by Acheron and he either accepted it or tried to kill me. If he accepted it, then he went about his life as if I weren't there, but you… you want to know every little detail of my life and being."
She gave him a miffed stare. "Gee, you think? Here's an interesting tidbit about me. I don't let strangers into my house. Ever. So if you expect to sleep here, then you owe me some answers about who and what you are. Now let's get back to this realm thing where you live. What is it?"
Honestly, she didn't expect an explanation, but to her amazement, he gave her one after a brief pause.
"It's like heaven or hell. In a weird way, it's a combination of both. It exists in a place that most humans would call another dimension. Sort of." She could tell he was struggling to explain so that it would make sense to her. "Let's just say that there is no MapQuest for it. It leaves Hammond completely stumped."
Well, at least that was a beginning. And it did go a long way in almost soothing her. Yeah, right. You still don't know anything about him. No, but at least he'd tried to explain it to her. That was a big leap forward for Mr. Spooky.
He lifted his hand toward her cheek again and froze before he touched her. "May I?"