"I heard that Darius and Tohr put her up for adoption after she was born. "
"They did. They sheltered me through my convalescence. " She skipped the part about her taking the latter's dagger and putting it to use upon her own flesh: she had already spoken o'er much to this male.
"You know, Tohrment, son of Hharm, spends a lot of time looking in your direction at meals. "
No'One recoiled. "I am certain you are wrong. "
"My eyes work just fine. As do his, apparently. "
Now she laughed, the hard, short burst breaking out of her throat. "I can assure you, it is not because he fancies me. "
The male shrugged "Well, friends can disagree. "
"With all due respect, we are not friends. I do not know you - "
Abruptly, the room was infused with a golden glow, the light so buttery and delicious, she felt her skin prickle with warmth.
No'One took a further step back as she realized it was not an optical illusion courtesy of all the jewelry he wore. The male was the source of the illumination, his body, his face, his aura like a banked fire.
As he smiled at her, his expression was that of a holy man. "My name's Lassiter, and I'll tell you all you need to know about me. I'm an angel first and a sinner second, and I'm not here for long. I'll never hurt you, but I'm prepared to make you pretty goddamn uncomfortable if I have to, to get my job done. I like sunsets and long walks on the beach, but my perfect female no longer exists. Oh, and my favorite hobby is annoying the shit out of people. Guess I'm just bred to want to get a rise out of folks - probably the whole resurrection thing. "
No'One's hand crept up and held her robe together in a tight grip. "Why ever are you here?"
"If I told you now, you'd just fight it tooth and nail, but let's just say I believe in full circles - I simply didn't see the one we're in until you came along. " He gave her a little bow. "Take care of yourself - and that beautiful dress. "
With that, he was gone, drifting away, taking the warmth and the light with him.
Slumping back against the counter, it took her a while to realize her hand hurt. Looking down, she observed it from a distance, seeing the white knuckles and the rigid flesh against the robe's lapels as if it were someone else's appendage.
It was always thus when she regarded any part of her body.
But at least she could command her flesh: Her brain ordered the hand attached to the arm that plugged into the torso to release and relax.
As it obeyed, she glanced back over to where the male had stood. The doors were closed. Except. . . he hadn't shut them, had he?
Had he even been here?
She rushed over and looked out into the hall. In all directions. . . there was no one.
Chapter Five
After nearly two hundred years of having been mated, Tohr was pretty familiar with the way arguments between pigheaded fighters and hot-tempered females went. And how ridiculous was it to have a case of the nostalgias over the way John and Xhex were hairy-eyeballing each other.
God, he and his Wellsie had gone a few good rounds during their day.
Just one more thing to mourn.
Dragging his exhausted brain back on track, he stepped in between the pair, figuring the situation needed a reality injection. If it had been any other two, he wouldn't have wasted his breath. Romance was not his business - whether it was going well or badly - but this was John. This was. . . the son he'd once hoped to have.
"Time to go back to the compound," he said. "You both need treatment. "
"Stay out of this - "
Stay out of this -
Tohr reached over and clamped a hold on the nape of John Matthew's neck, squeezing those tendons until the male was forced to look at him. "Don't be an asshole about this. "
Oh, sure, it was okay for you to be an asshole -