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It meant jackshit.
“You’re a hard man, Jude Donovan. Dark—darker inside than I realized.”
A slow rage began to simmer in his veins. He took a step toward her, then another. His hands fisted. “I’m not a man, sweetheart. You can’t make that mistake with me.”
Her lips parted. Pale and moist and he could see the tip of her tongue.
The beast inside lunged against his leash.
Maybe he’d let the tiger go. Show her howdarkhe really was.
“You’ve killed, haven’t you, Jude?” The top two buttons on her shirt were undone, but the striptease seemed to be over.
And the interrogation had begun.
He hadn’t lied to her yet. Wouldn’t start now. So he kept his eyes on hers, didn’t look at those sweet breasts, and left the leash in place, for now.
“Hell, yeah, I have.” And to protect himself, or her, he’d do it again. In a heartbeat. “Want to know how old I was the first time? Want to know how I did it? Want to know who I?—”
She turned away from him, and he clenched his jaw, biting back the words.What the fuck did she want?Sheknewwhat he was. She’d seen everything. Every fucking thing.
Man to beast.
She hadn’t run. She’d turned to him. Taken him after the brutal shift. But now, because he’d gotten rough with a vampin order to help her, Erin was acting like he wasn’t good enough for her.
Because maybe I’m not.
He hadn’t told her about his parents. Not yet. With that piece of crap after her, he just hadn’t wanted to?—
Make her run.
Make her fear me.
“I want to be normal.” A whisper that he could hear all too easily. “I want a normal life, normal?—”
He lunged across the room. Grabbed her elbow and spun her back around. He was afraid, very afraid, that her next word would be?—
Lover.
I want a normal lover.
He sure didn’t fit that bill. “You’re not normal. You’re damn better than normal.Normal isn’t for us. Fire, lust, the power of the beast—that’sfor us. Ball games and barbecues aren’t our cup of tea.”
She didn’t blink. Just stared up at him, her gaze stark.
He fought to pull back the fury. Because she was slipping away. Standing right in front of him, but slipping away.
No.
“I’ve killed, and if it comes to it, I’ll kill again. My job’s not easy.” Hunting freaks like Burrows sure wasn’t easy, and he had the scars to prove it. But someone had to do the dirty, bloody work. He’d been born stronger than others so hunting, yeah, he could do it. Sometimes, he needed to do it. “And yes, there’sdarknessin me, but, sweetheart, that same darkness is in you.”
He’d seen it from the beginning.
Her lashes lowered.
Then, softly, she said, “I know.” She looked up at him again. “That’s what scares me.”
What?
