polished, gleaming surfaces, expensive-looking paintings hanging on the walls and no soul.
Ian stopped in front of a door and opened it. “I have extra clothes you can wear. We don’t have clothes small enough to fit her but I’ll see if I can scrounge something up.”
Bo stood half in front of Nyx, keeping his arm out to block her from Ian. “Thank you.”
“Whenever you’re done we’ll be downstairs. Just turn down the first hallway at the bottom of the stairs, it leads right to the kitchen.”
Bo waited until Ian was down the stairs before looking at her. “You’re sure you’re all right?” His fierce face was terrifyingly beautiful. Everything about him was. Even in this form— especially in this form.
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected him to look like but he was a pure warrior right now. Tall and huge, sleek muscular lines defined his entire body. He was very much humanoid looking, even with the blue skin. Which made sense, she thought. Demons were fallen angels so if they’d mated with other beings it stood to reason their offspring would have the same characteristics. Regardless, Bo was stunning. “I’m okay but I want to check you out. For wounds,” she rushed on when his eyes did that supernova thing again.
His jaw clenched tight and she knew he was annoyed, likely because he wanted to take care of her pathetic little cuts first. Well that wasn’t happening. Not giving him the chance to argue she stalked into the room and headed straight for the bathroom.
He was right on her heels, actually growling at her as he threw out an arm to stop her again. “I need to check in here first.”
“We’re going to have to talk about this crazy behavior,” she said as he moved into the bathroom like a predator hunting its prey.
He flipped on the light and since there was a clear shower door it was pretty obvious no one was waiting to attack. “Nothing is wrong with my behavior,” he said as he rummaged in one of the cabinets under the counter and sink.
Well, that was up for debate. “We’ll go back to that later, but…aren’t you surprised you have half-siblings?”
“No. My father wants to pro-create as much as he can. I’m sure I have even more brothers and sisters.” His words were monotone, but she knew he had to be affected. How couldn’t he be?
“Are you going to tell them about Cyn—”
“No. They don’t need to know about her until I know more about them. I don’t want to talk about my relatives. Right now I just want to get us cleaned up and figure out a plan of action. Just because they’re my blood doesn’t mean I trust them.” His voice had taken on that savage quality as he pulled out towels but nothing else.
She wasn’t sure she trusted them either but it was better than being stuck outside after darkness fell. And she didn’t blame him for not wanting to tell them about their half-sister. Sighing, Nyx eyed the towels. “They don’t have like, first aid or something?”
He snorted then shut and locked the bathroom door. “Doubtful. I’ll rinse off and show you that I’m fine. This is not my blood.” But there was something in his eyes that said he might be lying. “Then we’re looking at your wounds.”
She nodded, tried not to stare at the way his ass flexed as he strode to the glass door. When he stepped inside she turned to the sink and started washing her arms. Her wounds were already healing and there was no blood, just thin red welts now. There was nothing to be done about this. Feeling his gaze on her, she looked up to find him watching her intently as he washed himself.
His hands were soapy as he rubbed them over his chest and arms. Her heart beat in her ears, almost louder than the rushing water, as she tracked his movements. She shouldn’t stare.
She really, really shouldn’t. All the blood and other stuff had washed away, leaving smooth blue skin. His body was positively sinful. Truly godlike. He was all cut lines and striations of
Ian stopped in front of a door and opened it. “I have extra clothes you can wear. We don’t have clothes small enough to fit her but I’ll see if I can scrounge something up.”
Bo stood half in front of Nyx, keeping his arm out to block her from Ian. “Thank you.”
“Whenever you’re done we’ll be downstairs. Just turn down the first hallway at the bottom of the stairs, it leads right to the kitchen.”
Bo waited until Ian was down the stairs before looking at her. “You’re sure you’re all right?” His fierce face was terrifyingly beautiful. Everything about him was. Even in this form— especially in this form.
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected him to look like but he was a pure warrior right now. Tall and huge, sleek muscular lines defined his entire body. He was very much humanoid looking, even with the blue skin. Which made sense, she thought. Demons were fallen angels so if they’d mated with other beings it stood to reason their offspring would have the same characteristics. Regardless, Bo was stunning. “I’m okay but I want to check you out. For wounds,” she rushed on when his eyes did that supernova thing again.
His jaw clenched tight and she knew he was annoyed, likely because he wanted to take care of her pathetic little cuts first. Well that wasn’t happening. Not giving him the chance to argue she stalked into the room and headed straight for the bathroom.
He was right on her heels, actually growling at her as he threw out an arm to stop her again. “I need to check in here first.”
“We’re going to have to talk about this crazy behavior,” she said as he moved into the bathroom like a predator hunting its prey.
He flipped on the light and since there was a clear shower door it was pretty obvious no one was waiting to attack. “Nothing is wrong with my behavior,” he said as he rummaged in one of the cabinets under the counter and sink.
Well, that was up for debate. “We’ll go back to that later, but…aren’t you surprised you have half-siblings?”
“No. My father wants to pro-create as much as he can. I’m sure I have even more brothers and sisters.” His words were monotone, but she knew he had to be affected. How couldn’t he be?
“Are you going to tell them about Cyn—”
“No. They don’t need to know about her until I know more about them. I don’t want to talk about my relatives. Right now I just want to get us cleaned up and figure out a plan of action. Just because they’re my blood doesn’t mean I trust them.” His voice had taken on that savage quality as he pulled out towels but nothing else.
She wasn’t sure she trusted them either but it was better than being stuck outside after darkness fell. And she didn’t blame him for not wanting to tell them about their half-sister. Sighing, Nyx eyed the towels. “They don’t have like, first aid or something?”
He snorted then shut and locked the bathroom door. “Doubtful. I’ll rinse off and show you that I’m fine. This is not my blood.” But there was something in his eyes that said he might be lying. “Then we’re looking at your wounds.”
She nodded, tried not to stare at the way his ass flexed as he strode to the glass door. When he stepped inside she turned to the sink and started washing her arms. Her wounds were already healing and there was no blood, just thin red welts now. There was nothing to be done about this. Feeling his gaze on her, she looked up to find him watching her intently as he washed himself.
His hands were soapy as he rubbed them over his chest and arms. Her heart beat in her ears, almost louder than the rushing water, as she tracked his movements. She shouldn’t stare.
She really, really shouldn’t. All the blood and other stuff had washed away, leaving smooth blue skin. His body was positively sinful. Truly godlike. He was all cut lines and striations of
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