and replied quickly, “Yes I am fine. You’re the one who’s gone nativ e.” A low growl escaped his lip , in spite of his best efforts to remain calm, causing Autumn to tense up again. Although instead of running , her legs spread again as if expecting an attack and he watched in amazement as her eyes began to dilate again. They dilated as any humans would have, but there was something else there, something dying to get out. He shifted in his skin and small smile formed on his lips and watched as her posture changed matching his. Suddenly a thought crept into his head; she was going to be a great hunter .
He refocused his e fforts, a concerned look sneaking on to his face, “You look pale.”
She replied confidently, “I am fine. Are you alright?”
He nodded his head yes , and asked again, “Are you sure?” She winced a little and her posture changed as she squared her shoulders. He noticed though that in spite of the light now available at the opening of the alley that her eyes still dilated. He found this more exciting that he thought possible given the circumstance s .
She meanwhile, watched as his pupils receded and the col or returned to his cheeks, much as they had been when they first met . Ivan watched as she calmed in response to him, and h e found that strangely alluring as well, so he focused on slowing his bre athing . When she seemed satisfied with his progress , s he let her eyes leave his, reaching into her bag. She put away the can of mace and fished around , returning with a handkerchief.
Then she said softly handing it to him, “Here take this, you have some of him on your neck.”
He froze realizing then that she knew too much . He continued to stare at her debating something or at least Autumn thought that he was , before Ivan asked a comp letely different question, “Are you alright with this ?” He gestured toward the dead man behind him. She shrugged noncommittal like, as his stomach lurched . She was afraid of him .
He could not bare the thought of hurting her, and apparen tly anyone else for that matter. H e thought about the dead man lying next to the dumpster that he had left in the alley behind them , the beginning and end of his troubles . That one had simply whispered, “Tonight my lovely ,” and the rage that had filled him to the brim had spilled over in front of her . How could he have made such a mistake? Was the fire addling his brain so quickly? And why had she come back to the alley? Most importantly, why had she not run away once she r ealized what he had done ?
T he man had confessed to him about the entire room full of woman that he had managed to kill . A collection, and had Ivan not been there Autumn would have been his next trophy. Though he thought, she might have been able to take him given her heightened reactive abilities. Suddenly he was angry with the world, and he cursed inside himself again.
Sh e was going to become one of them , and she would have to be turned by someone. Especially since he knew that he had extinguished that possibility for himself , she would not kiss a killer . Her body’s reaction had said as much, she knew he was dangerous, and her noncommittal repose to her findings reaffirmed his theory. She was probably planning the fastest way out of the situation, maybe waiting to run once she was in a crowd or he became distracted. For once, he was glad that she could not get away, she would not out run him an d he would never be distracted, not now.
His mind began racing with possible candidates as he reached out with a steady hand for the napkin and swiped it quicker than she thought possible. His mind continued moving through the list and his heart be gan to feel sluggishly disturbed . Henry, No, Finnegan , No, Drake No, No, he just could not imagine any of them ending their night any better than he had. Besides the fact that his judgment was clouded , he admitted, he still did not want any of them to touch her. His skin crawled at that
He refocused his e fforts, a concerned look sneaking on to his face, “You look pale.”
She replied confidently, “I am fine. Are you alright?”
He nodded his head yes , and asked again, “Are you sure?” She winced a little and her posture changed as she squared her shoulders. He noticed though that in spite of the light now available at the opening of the alley that her eyes still dilated. He found this more exciting that he thought possible given the circumstance s .
She meanwhile, watched as his pupils receded and the col or returned to his cheeks, much as they had been when they first met . Ivan watched as she calmed in response to him, and h e found that strangely alluring as well, so he focused on slowing his bre athing . When she seemed satisfied with his progress , s he let her eyes leave his, reaching into her bag. She put away the can of mace and fished around , returning with a handkerchief.
Then she said softly handing it to him, “Here take this, you have some of him on your neck.”
He froze realizing then that she knew too much . He continued to stare at her debating something or at least Autumn thought that he was , before Ivan asked a comp letely different question, “Are you alright with this ?” He gestured toward the dead man behind him. She shrugged noncommittal like, as his stomach lurched . She was afraid of him .
He could not bare the thought of hurting her, and apparen tly anyone else for that matter. H e thought about the dead man lying next to the dumpster that he had left in the alley behind them , the beginning and end of his troubles . That one had simply whispered, “Tonight my lovely ,” and the rage that had filled him to the brim had spilled over in front of her . How could he have made such a mistake? Was the fire addling his brain so quickly? And why had she come back to the alley? Most importantly, why had she not run away once she r ealized what he had done ?
T he man had confessed to him about the entire room full of woman that he had managed to kill . A collection, and had Ivan not been there Autumn would have been his next trophy. Though he thought, she might have been able to take him given her heightened reactive abilities. Suddenly he was angry with the world, and he cursed inside himself again.
Sh e was going to become one of them , and she would have to be turned by someone. Especially since he knew that he had extinguished that possibility for himself , she would not kiss a killer . Her body’s reaction had said as much, she knew he was dangerous, and her noncommittal repose to her findings reaffirmed his theory. She was probably planning the fastest way out of the situation, maybe waiting to run once she was in a crowd or he became distracted. For once, he was glad that she could not get away, she would not out run him an d he would never be distracted, not now.
His mind began racing with possible candidates as he reached out with a steady hand for the napkin and swiped it quicker than she thought possible. His mind continued moving through the list and his heart be gan to feel sluggishly disturbed . Henry, No, Finnegan , No, Drake No, No, he just could not imagine any of them ending their night any better than he had. Besides the fact that his judgment was clouded , he admitted, he still did not want any of them to touch her. His skin crawled at that
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