something. The question is, what the hell was it? It moved fast—superhuman fast—way faster than a human would.
Whatever it was, it was gone. Was it a coincidence? A supernatural being—had it followed them? Was it one of Brohm’s? Was it something else? What else could it be?
“What did you think you saw?”
“Nothing, I guess. Let’s go inside.” He forced a smile to his face. “We better feed you before your tummy complains again.”
Ali gave him a look, rose on her toes and planted a kiss on his jaw.
----
T he hostess sat them at a table near the window with a view of the water and the pier. The moon’s crescent was reflected in the dark water.
The waitress in a black skirt and a high-necked white shirt offered to give them a few moments, asked about drinks. “Wine perhaps?”
Thane raised a brow.
Not a chance, unless you want to see me convert into a winged shimmering fairy-like creature. Ali shook her head. “No, no. Thank you. Water without ice is fine.” She hadn’t even become accustomed to ice, after all this time on Earth. It wasn’t something she had growing up on Kormia and it felt odd, drinking ice-cold beverages. “You can have a drink. I’ll drive,” she told Thane.
“No. Iced tea’s fine for now.”
----
A li picked at her food . There wasn’t anything wrong with it. It was excellent, actually. It wasn’t the food. It was Thane. He was fine when they left the apartment, but sometime after they parked the car, he became serious—concerned. Okay, it was more than just Thane. It was her. Them. They couldn’t even have sex. She ground her teeth in frustration.
“You don’t like it?” He frown, his brows dipping, his tan face concerned.
“It’s great.”
“You’re not eating much.”
She managed to get through the rest of her meal, ignoring the thrumming that her body was going through every time she met his eyes. She couldn’t even concentrate on their conversation, so strong was her desire for him.
No sooner did she put the fork down, than the waitress and a busser swarmed on their table.
“Something sweet? A little dessert?” Her eyes lingered on Thane.
Ali frowned. Was she really making a pass at him in front of her?
Thane ignored the waitress. “Ali? Dessert?”
Bonus points for him for not giving the waitress any attention. “Why not?” Ali gave the waitress a fake smile. “Surprise us.”
“Please bring a couple of lattes, too.” Thane requested.
Ten minutes later, the svelte redhead brought out two plates. Identical. A heavenly concoction of ice cream, whipped cream, mousse, and chocolate.
With a quick turn of her hip and more swaying than was necessary, she was gone.
“Looks good.” Ali dipped the spoon into the dessert and put the chocolate mousse creation in her mouth. She had swallowed the first bite and wrapped her mouth around the spoon with the second one when it hit her.
“Oh, no. This has…” Scars. The dessert has alcohol in it. Her skin felt hot, she glanced at her arms in the candlelight’s dimness. They were a tint of pink, and turning a slight orange hue.
Orange.
The color Asazi turned when angry. And she was angry. The waitress should have warned her this had alcohol in it. Ali had to get away before he she lost full control. She felt her wings tingling beneath the human skin.
No.
“Excuse me. Restroom. Emergency.” She bolted out of her chair and ran to the restroom. Thankfully she’d noted where it was as they were led to the table.
Slapping the door open with her palms, Ali made it into the first available stall without being noticed. She took her mirror out of her purse.
Her face became a blazing orange color. Behind her she could see her wings. She leaned against the door, breathing deeply. What the hell was in there? Odorless? Tasteless?
She bit back a growl of frustration. She shouldn’t be angry at the waitress. She should have asked her if there was alcohol in there.
Should have.
----
T hane stared
Whatever it was, it was gone. Was it a coincidence? A supernatural being—had it followed them? Was it one of Brohm’s? Was it something else? What else could it be?
“What did you think you saw?”
“Nothing, I guess. Let’s go inside.” He forced a smile to his face. “We better feed you before your tummy complains again.”
Ali gave him a look, rose on her toes and planted a kiss on his jaw.
----
T he hostess sat them at a table near the window with a view of the water and the pier. The moon’s crescent was reflected in the dark water.
The waitress in a black skirt and a high-necked white shirt offered to give them a few moments, asked about drinks. “Wine perhaps?”
Thane raised a brow.
Not a chance, unless you want to see me convert into a winged shimmering fairy-like creature. Ali shook her head. “No, no. Thank you. Water without ice is fine.” She hadn’t even become accustomed to ice, after all this time on Earth. It wasn’t something she had growing up on Kormia and it felt odd, drinking ice-cold beverages. “You can have a drink. I’ll drive,” she told Thane.
“No. Iced tea’s fine for now.”
----
A li picked at her food . There wasn’t anything wrong with it. It was excellent, actually. It wasn’t the food. It was Thane. He was fine when they left the apartment, but sometime after they parked the car, he became serious—concerned. Okay, it was more than just Thane. It was her. Them. They couldn’t even have sex. She ground her teeth in frustration.
“You don’t like it?” He frown, his brows dipping, his tan face concerned.
“It’s great.”
“You’re not eating much.”
She managed to get through the rest of her meal, ignoring the thrumming that her body was going through every time she met his eyes. She couldn’t even concentrate on their conversation, so strong was her desire for him.
No sooner did she put the fork down, than the waitress and a busser swarmed on their table.
“Something sweet? A little dessert?” Her eyes lingered on Thane.
Ali frowned. Was she really making a pass at him in front of her?
Thane ignored the waitress. “Ali? Dessert?”
Bonus points for him for not giving the waitress any attention. “Why not?” Ali gave the waitress a fake smile. “Surprise us.”
“Please bring a couple of lattes, too.” Thane requested.
Ten minutes later, the svelte redhead brought out two plates. Identical. A heavenly concoction of ice cream, whipped cream, mousse, and chocolate.
With a quick turn of her hip and more swaying than was necessary, she was gone.
“Looks good.” Ali dipped the spoon into the dessert and put the chocolate mousse creation in her mouth. She had swallowed the first bite and wrapped her mouth around the spoon with the second one when it hit her.
“Oh, no. This has…” Scars. The dessert has alcohol in it. Her skin felt hot, she glanced at her arms in the candlelight’s dimness. They were a tint of pink, and turning a slight orange hue.
Orange.
The color Asazi turned when angry. And she was angry. The waitress should have warned her this had alcohol in it. Ali had to get away before he she lost full control. She felt her wings tingling beneath the human skin.
No.
“Excuse me. Restroom. Emergency.” She bolted out of her chair and ran to the restroom. Thankfully she’d noted where it was as they were led to the table.
Slapping the door open with her palms, Ali made it into the first available stall without being noticed. She took her mirror out of her purse.
Her face became a blazing orange color. Behind her she could see her wings. She leaned against the door, breathing deeply. What the hell was in there? Odorless? Tasteless?
She bit back a growl of frustration. She shouldn’t be angry at the waitress. She should have asked her if there was alcohol in there.
Should have.
----
T hane stared
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