Page 132 of The Immortal’s Mark

“Good?” Her brow arches.

I shrug. “Dad’s the most normal guy on the planet. At least I’m half normal.”

She laughs again, lighter this time. “You are not entirely correct in assuming your father is normal.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your father’s ancestors are distant descendants of Eros.”

“Eros?” My voice cracks. “Flirty, handsome-as-all-hell, Eros?”

“One and the same.”

“H-how do you know?”

“I looked into it when we met.” She shrugs, like that’s the most normal thing in the world.

I gape at her. “Why would you do that?”

“Supernaturals are always careful when choosing partners,” she says. “Mixing the wrong bloodlines could prove disastrous.”

Dread grips me.

Is that what’s wrong with me?

She rushes to add, “But your father’s bloodline held no magic. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

I don’t agree.

I swallow down the words.

“So there aren’t any wild powers that are going to ambush me out of nowhere?”

“No. Well…” She pauses and studies me. “Eros’ abilities tend to draw the opposite sex to him. The trait was certainly passed down to your father.”

My jaw drops. “Are you saying Dad was a ladies’ man?”

“Don’t be fooled by the scholarly act.” She grins. “Your father is likely still a ladies’ man.”

“Ugh. Don’t say that.”

She laughs. “It’s where you get your beauty from.”

I actually look like you.

I pinch my lips and drop my gaze to my lap.

Des’s face flashes in my mind, and I remember the heat in his stunning gaze when he loses control around me.

Could his attraction to me be more than a bond?

What about Kevin?

Is my distant connection to Eros responsible for any romantic relationship I’ve had or will ever have?

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Her voice and eyes soften. “The pull of Eros’s offspring doesn’t make people fall in love with them. Think of it as an advantage with first impressions.”

I exhale a shaky breath, telling myself I’m not touched by the term of endearment.