animalistic rage would overtake him once
again.
“Inac?” a feminine voice asked.
He turned his head to the side, his throat no longer
feeling as though it had just been ripped out by a panther. When he saw Hara
sitting there, looking down at him, he smiled.
“Hey,” he said through his gravelly throat. She was
so beautiful with her perfectly arched golden eyebrows drawn together in worry.
“How are you?”
“How am I ? You’re the one who got
shot.”
He shrugged, sending a sharp pain following his
tattoo down his right arm as well as into his back and chest.
“I’ve had worse,” he said truthfully.
“But you could have died.”
“So could you if I hadn’t jumped in when I did,” he
said, lightly touching the vivid red and purple bruise on her cheek. He was
happy things had happened the way they had. He had to get Hara into his life,
as well as she had to trust him so he could ruin her. If getting shot for her
didn’t give her unwavering trust, then nothing would.
She leaned forward in her chair to grasp one of his
hands with both of hers, doing her best to keep from touching the IV there. “We
were really worried about you.”
For the first time he noticed the arresting shade of
her lavender eyes. They were natural, too. Just like the impossible color of
her hair. In all his years, he’d never seen something as unique as her.
“Oh we were, were we?” he joked to clear the
air of the magic she’d unknowingly cast. He wasn’t used to being so attracted
to a woman before. He would enjoy playing with her before he killed her.
Really, it was a pity she had to die. The world would be a much colder place
without her beauty.
She gave a nervous giggle before looking down at her
hands. She was obviously as shy as a unicorn. Her affinity for them now made
sense. She herself had the innocence of one, as well as she was as rare.
“Well,” she said, glancing up at him before glancing
back down as her already rosy cheeks deepened in color. “ I was worried
about you.”
He couldn’t contain his grin. He had her right where
he wanted her. Before, she’d only been fantasizing about him. Now she was in
love. Soon, she’d have her first kiss, followed closely by her losing
everything else she held precious….
“Well, as deeply as I am touched at your concern, as
you can see, I’m fine.”
She blushed again.
“At least you’re no longer speaking in tongues,” she
said to her lap.
“Tongues?”
“Yeah. You kept talking in some weird language. The
doctors thought maybe you had an infection that was making you delirious or
something.”
“Did I?” He already knew the answer. He had never
been sick a day in his life. God had kept him and his family safe from disease
while they were single-handedly procreating the Earth. And then, by the time
God had given birth to disease, he was immortal. He could get hurt, but his
cells were resilient and recycled themselves too often for any illness to have
enough time to infect him. It probably didn’t hurt that his blood was coursing
with pluripotents—the kind of stem cells usually only found in fresh embryos that
could become any type of cell in the body. They’d notice the stem cells in the
blood they’d taken here at the hospital—or at least they would have if Santoni
hadn’t switched the blood, like he knew the man would do; it was standing
orders to always switch Inac’s blood with a healthy mortal’s if he was injured.
“Nope,” she said as the corners of her full mouth
twitched upward as though she was trying to smile. “They had no idea what was
up.”
“It was probably just a dream.”
“Then it was a nightmare. You were acting like
someone was trying to kill you. They had to tie you down so you wouldn’t hurt
yourself…or someone else.”
So he’d gone crazy for a little while. Wasn’t the
first time, and certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“How long have I been here?”
Only now did he stop paying attention to Hara
again.
“Inac?” a feminine voice asked.
He turned his head to the side, his throat no longer
feeling as though it had just been ripped out by a panther. When he saw Hara
sitting there, looking down at him, he smiled.
“Hey,” he said through his gravelly throat. She was
so beautiful with her perfectly arched golden eyebrows drawn together in worry.
“How are you?”
“How am I ? You’re the one who got
shot.”
He shrugged, sending a sharp pain following his
tattoo down his right arm as well as into his back and chest.
“I’ve had worse,” he said truthfully.
“But you could have died.”
“So could you if I hadn’t jumped in when I did,” he
said, lightly touching the vivid red and purple bruise on her cheek. He was
happy things had happened the way they had. He had to get Hara into his life,
as well as she had to trust him so he could ruin her. If getting shot for her
didn’t give her unwavering trust, then nothing would.
She leaned forward in her chair to grasp one of his
hands with both of hers, doing her best to keep from touching the IV there. “We
were really worried about you.”
For the first time he noticed the arresting shade of
her lavender eyes. They were natural, too. Just like the impossible color of
her hair. In all his years, he’d never seen something as unique as her.
“Oh we were, were we?” he joked to clear the
air of the magic she’d unknowingly cast. He wasn’t used to being so attracted
to a woman before. He would enjoy playing with her before he killed her.
Really, it was a pity she had to die. The world would be a much colder place
without her beauty.
She gave a nervous giggle before looking down at her
hands. She was obviously as shy as a unicorn. Her affinity for them now made
sense. She herself had the innocence of one, as well as she was as rare.
“Well,” she said, glancing up at him before glancing
back down as her already rosy cheeks deepened in color. “ I was worried
about you.”
He couldn’t contain his grin. He had her right where
he wanted her. Before, she’d only been fantasizing about him. Now she was in
love. Soon, she’d have her first kiss, followed closely by her losing
everything else she held precious….
“Well, as deeply as I am touched at your concern, as
you can see, I’m fine.”
She blushed again.
“At least you’re no longer speaking in tongues,” she
said to her lap.
“Tongues?”
“Yeah. You kept talking in some weird language. The
doctors thought maybe you had an infection that was making you delirious or
something.”
“Did I?” He already knew the answer. He had never
been sick a day in his life. God had kept him and his family safe from disease
while they were single-handedly procreating the Earth. And then, by the time
God had given birth to disease, he was immortal. He could get hurt, but his
cells were resilient and recycled themselves too often for any illness to have
enough time to infect him. It probably didn’t hurt that his blood was coursing
with pluripotents—the kind of stem cells usually only found in fresh embryos that
could become any type of cell in the body. They’d notice the stem cells in the
blood they’d taken here at the hospital—or at least they would have if Santoni
hadn’t switched the blood, like he knew the man would do; it was standing
orders to always switch Inac’s blood with a healthy mortal’s if he was injured.
“Nope,” she said as the corners of her full mouth
twitched upward as though she was trying to smile. “They had no idea what was
up.”
“It was probably just a dream.”
“Then it was a nightmare. You were acting like
someone was trying to kill you. They had to tie you down so you wouldn’t hurt
yourself…or someone else.”
So he’d gone crazy for a little while. Wasn’t the
first time, and certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“How long have I been here?”
Only now did he stop paying attention to Hara
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