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"Maybe." She leaned her head against his chest. "But since everyone knows that we are together and that you are pumping me full of your venom, they will attribute my rapid recovery to its healing properties."
"Good point." He scraped his fangs over her neck, eliciting a shiver of delight. "Just remember to say nothing about the thing that Kian insists on being kept a secret," he whispered.
"I don't blame him."
The tiny quantity of Dagor's godly blood had been a miracle cure, healing her gunshot wound in hours instead of weeks, but it was also a big secret for a very good reason. If people discovered what Dagor's blood could do, even his godly powers wouldn't keep him safe. He would be hunted down, and his pursuers wouldn't quit the chase until he was caught, no matter how many casualties they sustained in the process.
He was a god with mind control powers and superior physiology, but he was not invincible. Even a god had limits, although she didn't know what those limits were.
Not yet, anyway.
They still had so much to talk about, so much she needed to find out about her alien lover, and there were only seven days left on the cruise.
After it was done, they were supposed to go their separate ways, but she was working on a plan that would allow them to be together without either of them having to sacrifice their objectives.
Well, saying that she had a plan was a little presumptuous. She was still trying to come up with ideas on how she could be a Perfect Match beta tester remotely, but that qualified as working on it, right?
Turning in Dagor's arms, Frankie leaned against the railing and looked into his mesmerizing blue eyes. "Why don't you just thrall me to forget that you gave me your blood?"
He winced. "I don't want to thrall you. I love that you know who and what I am and that I don't need to pretend to be someone I'm not."
That was so sweet it deserved a kiss.
Lifting on her toes, she wound her arms around his neck and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "I love it that you can be yourself with me, but erasing the knowledge about the blood transfusion from my mind is not going to change that. I will still know that you are a god, and that you love me and that I love you back."
He smiled, but it looked a little forced. "I don't want to keep secrets from you that I don't have to. Fates know I have enough of those."
She frowned. "What do you mean? What secrets?"
Also, why had his smile looked forced when she'd said he loved her? Had he had a change of heart?
No, that wasn't likely. Dagor wasn't the kind of man who said things he didn't mean.
Not a man, she corrected herself. A god.
Well, a more accurate term was an immortal alien with super-mind powers, but saying that she had a god for a boyfriend was cool, even if she could tell practically no one, so god it was.
If only she could tell Margo about him.
Perhaps she could call him a god jokingly?
Toven had compelled her to refrain from saying anything about gods or immortals to anyone outside the ship, but she might say that Dagor was a god in bed or that he was as gorgeous as a god and get away with it.
Dagor shrugged. "I'm a trooper. A lot of what I know is classified information that I'm not allowed to share with you or anyone else."
He'd told her about his mission to find some missing pods that were supposed to have some Kra-ell settlers in them, whatever that meant. Was the identity of those people the big secret, or did he have more clandestine missions that he couldn't talk about?
Tilting her head, she looked into his eyes. "Who would I tell? Even if I could talk about you and the immortals, people would think that I was tripping on drugs. Your secrets are safe with me."
Dagor
"Iknow." Dagor dipped his head and kissed the top of Frankie's nose. "But that doesn't change the fact that I was sworn to secrecy about the things I've learned, and I can't break my vow just because the woman I love is curious. I trust my parents implicitly, but I won't reveal any of that to them either."
Smiling, Frankie lifted her hand and cupped his cheek. "That's okay. There are plenty of things I don't know about you that you are allowed to tell me. Once we exhaust those, I'll start nagging you about the other stuff, but it will probably take years for us to get to that point."
Dagor's mouth suddenly went dry.
They didn't have years, not unless Frankie transitioned, and even if she did, the only way they could be together was if she gave up her dream of working for Perfect Match Virtual Studios and joined him on his pod recovery mission.
