"Those who would see you dead. You are in a precarious place, Danger. The one who has gone Rogue will kill you instantly if he learns you have betrayed him."
Funny, Kyros had been remarkably understanding about that.
"He can't kill me and you know it. No Dark-Hunter can harm another."
He arched a brow at her. "You really believe that? There's nothing that says a Dark-Hunter couldn't handcuff another to a gate, car, or anything else, and leave them outside for the sunrise. You can't hurt each other, true. But there are many ways to expose your enemy to the day without endangering yourself."
Oh, now there was one hell of a loophole she'd never thought about. But obviously he had.
"And how did you acquire this information? How many Dark-Hunters have you exposed to daylight after they trusted you?"
He laughed bitterly. "If I wanted you or anyone else dead, Danger, I hardly have to wait for the sun."
"Then what do you want to protect me from?"
He looked away from her. "I can't tell you that."
"Try me."
"No," he said from between gritted teeth. "Even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."
They were at an impasse. She wasn't about to trust him until he gave her a reason to—and probably not even then—and the last thing she wanted was a guy in her house she couldn't trust. "In that case, you'll understand if I ask you to stay in a hotel while you're here spying for Acheron?"
His expression amused, he gave a short, sinister laugh. "You met with Kyros tonight and he tried to sway you to his rebellious cause. Did you believe him?"
How did he know that? That wasn't exactly something she had broadcast. Sheez. He seemed every bit as omniscient as Acheron and it was starting to piss her off. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He closed the distance between them. His presence was mammoth in the room, overpowering and yet strangely comforting. It was as if something inside him was putting off soothing vibes. Not to mention he had pheromones that should be bottled and sold. He was extremely compelling in a most sexual way. Acheron was the only other person she knew who had that strange "do me" factor that enticed everyone who came near him to strip his clothes off and throw him down for a wicked night of play.
What is wrong with me?
She'd never felt lust like this.
"You know," Alexion said in a deep tone that actually made her shiver, "for an actress you certainly can't lie worth a damn."
She stiffened at his words. "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. So what lie did Kyros tell you? I hope he was at least more creative than the 'old Acheron is a Daimon' standby."
She didn't know what surprised her more. The fact that he knew what they'd said about Acheron or the fact that he spoke of Kyros as if he knew the man personally. "How do you know about Kyros?"
"Believe me, I know everything about him."
Danger was even more confused now. Was Alexion telling her the truth? Or was he using the truth about Acheron being a Daimon to distract her? What better way to throw her off than to ridicule what could very well be fact.
Who did she believe? Kyros who seemed delusional or the man before her who seemed homicidal.
She crossed her arms over her chest and watched him closely. "So tell me,
is
Acheron a Daimon?"
Those eerie green hazel eyes narrowed on her. "What do you think?"
"I don't know." And that was the honest truth. "It makes sense. He is from Atlantis and we all know that the Daimons are from there originally."
Alexion scoffed at her. "Acheron was born in Greece and grew up in Atlantis. That hardly makes him a Daimon or an Apollite."
Still, there was more evidence to be considered. "He never eats food."
"Are you sure?" he taunted. "Just because he doesn't eat in front of you, doesn't mean he doesn't eat at all."
Okay, so he made her own point for her. It made her feel somewhat better to know that Kyros might be an idiot.
But there was still one piece in all this that didn't make sense. One piece Alexion had yet
Funny, Kyros had been remarkably understanding about that.
"He can't kill me and you know it. No Dark-Hunter can harm another."
He arched a brow at her. "You really believe that? There's nothing that says a Dark-Hunter couldn't handcuff another to a gate, car, or anything else, and leave them outside for the sunrise. You can't hurt each other, true. But there are many ways to expose your enemy to the day without endangering yourself."
Oh, now there was one hell of a loophole she'd never thought about. But obviously he had.
"And how did you acquire this information? How many Dark-Hunters have you exposed to daylight after they trusted you?"
He laughed bitterly. "If I wanted you or anyone else dead, Danger, I hardly have to wait for the sun."
"Then what do you want to protect me from?"
He looked away from her. "I can't tell you that."
"Try me."
"No," he said from between gritted teeth. "Even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."
They were at an impasse. She wasn't about to trust him until he gave her a reason to—and probably not even then—and the last thing she wanted was a guy in her house she couldn't trust. "In that case, you'll understand if I ask you to stay in a hotel while you're here spying for Acheron?"
His expression amused, he gave a short, sinister laugh. "You met with Kyros tonight and he tried to sway you to his rebellious cause. Did you believe him?"
How did he know that? That wasn't exactly something she had broadcast. Sheez. He seemed every bit as omniscient as Acheron and it was starting to piss her off. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He closed the distance between them. His presence was mammoth in the room, overpowering and yet strangely comforting. It was as if something inside him was putting off soothing vibes. Not to mention he had pheromones that should be bottled and sold. He was extremely compelling in a most sexual way. Acheron was the only other person she knew who had that strange "do me" factor that enticed everyone who came near him to strip his clothes off and throw him down for a wicked night of play.
What is wrong with me?
She'd never felt lust like this.
"You know," Alexion said in a deep tone that actually made her shiver, "for an actress you certainly can't lie worth a damn."
She stiffened at his words. "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. So what lie did Kyros tell you? I hope he was at least more creative than the 'old Acheron is a Daimon' standby."
She didn't know what surprised her more. The fact that he knew what they'd said about Acheron or the fact that he spoke of Kyros as if he knew the man personally. "How do you know about Kyros?"
"Believe me, I know everything about him."
Danger was even more confused now. Was Alexion telling her the truth? Or was he using the truth about Acheron being a Daimon to distract her? What better way to throw her off than to ridicule what could very well be fact.
Who did she believe? Kyros who seemed delusional or the man before her who seemed homicidal.
She crossed her arms over her chest and watched him closely. "So tell me,
is
Acheron a Daimon?"
Those eerie green hazel eyes narrowed on her. "What do you think?"
"I don't know." And that was the honest truth. "It makes sense. He is from Atlantis and we all know that the Daimons are from there originally."
Alexion scoffed at her. "Acheron was born in Greece and grew up in Atlantis. That hardly makes him a Daimon or an Apollite."
Still, there was more evidence to be considered. "He never eats food."
"Are you sure?" he taunted. "Just because he doesn't eat in front of you, doesn't mean he doesn't eat at all."
Okay, so he made her own point for her. It made her feel somewhat better to know that Kyros might be an idiot.
But there was still one piece in all this that didn't make sense. One piece Alexion had yet
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