completely.
“Did you see what happened to the woman playing the virgin?”
What did that have to do with anything? “Nope. Afraid I was busy trying to stay alive at the time. Why?”
She shrugged. “Just wondering. Bain dragged her with him when he hit the wall. She was pretty woozy. And what the heck threw him across the landing anyway? He seemed to think you did it.”
“I did. And she was fine when I left the great hall. She’s already forgotten about it. Holgarth took care of her.”
“From what I saw of the wizard, that’s not too reassuring.”
She paused for a moment, and he had the feeling she was working herself up to something.
“So you were able to heave a grown man across the landing in absentia. What are you? And what
was
that between you and Bain?”
“That was an accident, but Bain didn’t give me a chance to explain. He’s impulsive that way.” Now for the tough part. “Ganymede said he talked to you outside.”
“You talk to cats too.” She didn’t seem surprised.
Okay, had to be careful here. “Did he explain anything?”
Passion avoided his gaze. “He might’ve mentioned something. Vaguely. He wasn’t too clear on the concept.” Sighing, she looked back at him. “He was very clear with his threats, though. So, I’ll let you introduce the subject.”
Edge smiled. “Probably the term ‘cosmic troublemaker’ came up.”
“Probably.”
“Do you really want to know?” He watched her grip her full bottom lip between small white teeth. When she released her lip, the wet sheen of it almost made him groan. She was as sensual as her name, but he didn’t think she had a clue about it. His body tightened. Great. Just freaking great.
“I
need
to know.”
An odd wording. He shrugged. If Ganymede had already flapped his kitty lips, then who was Edge to keep the secret? Besides, the worst that could happen was she’d run screaming from the hotel. A part of him thought that might be a good thing. He didn’t need sexual distractions now. But the part of his body with all the overexcited nerve endings wanted her to hang around for a while.
“Ganymede, Sparkle, and I are all cosmic troublemakers.”
She nodded. “I figured that out. Same weird eye color.”
He narrowed his gaze. She was taking this a little too calmly. “We were created sometime after the primordial ooze made its appearance. We’ve been around a long time.” He didn’t actually know the when or the by–whom of it. His first memory was of being exactly as he was now. No carefree childhood for him. He popped into existence and went right to work. It still bothered him sometimes when he allowed it to.
“Why didn’t I
know
?” Her frustrated mutter didn’t seem aimed at him.
He didn’t think she’d meant to let that slip, because if she were human, she wouldn’t be expected to know about their existence.
He decided not to point that out to her. “Each of us has a…talent, but we all have the same goal—to spread chaos in all its interesting forms throughout the universe.” If that didn’t send her sexy feet heading for the door, nothing would.
“What’s your talent?” She stared unblinkingly at him.
Don’t tell her.
And just because he really
didn’t
want her to know,
didn’t
want to see the horror in her eyes,
didn’t
want her to shrink from him, he told her. “I’m in charge of death.” No good could ever come from her thinking kind thoughts about him, so now it would never happen.
She was good. If he wasn’t watching for it, he never would have noticed her flinch, her small gasp, and the clenching of her hands in her lap. Tough lady. Or maybe just stupid. Because no one who knew what he was stuck around long.
“What about Bain? He doesn’t have amber eyes, but he was looking pretty freaky there at the end.” Her hand trembled as she pushed a strand of hair from her face.
“Demon.”
“Oh, crap.” Her soft murmur was the first obvious emotion she’d shown. “Okay,
“Did you see what happened to the woman playing the virgin?”
What did that have to do with anything? “Nope. Afraid I was busy trying to stay alive at the time. Why?”
She shrugged. “Just wondering. Bain dragged her with him when he hit the wall. She was pretty woozy. And what the heck threw him across the landing anyway? He seemed to think you did it.”
“I did. And she was fine when I left the great hall. She’s already forgotten about it. Holgarth took care of her.”
“From what I saw of the wizard, that’s not too reassuring.”
She paused for a moment, and he had the feeling she was working herself up to something.
“So you were able to heave a grown man across the landing in absentia. What are you? And what
was
that between you and Bain?”
“That was an accident, but Bain didn’t give me a chance to explain. He’s impulsive that way.” Now for the tough part. “Ganymede said he talked to you outside.”
“You talk to cats too.” She didn’t seem surprised.
Okay, had to be careful here. “Did he explain anything?”
Passion avoided his gaze. “He might’ve mentioned something. Vaguely. He wasn’t too clear on the concept.” Sighing, she looked back at him. “He was very clear with his threats, though. So, I’ll let you introduce the subject.”
Edge smiled. “Probably the term ‘cosmic troublemaker’ came up.”
“Probably.”
“Do you really want to know?” He watched her grip her full bottom lip between small white teeth. When she released her lip, the wet sheen of it almost made him groan. She was as sensual as her name, but he didn’t think she had a clue about it. His body tightened. Great. Just freaking great.
“I
need
to know.”
An odd wording. He shrugged. If Ganymede had already flapped his kitty lips, then who was Edge to keep the secret? Besides, the worst that could happen was she’d run screaming from the hotel. A part of him thought that might be a good thing. He didn’t need sexual distractions now. But the part of his body with all the overexcited nerve endings wanted her to hang around for a while.
“Ganymede, Sparkle, and I are all cosmic troublemakers.”
She nodded. “I figured that out. Same weird eye color.”
He narrowed his gaze. She was taking this a little too calmly. “We were created sometime after the primordial ooze made its appearance. We’ve been around a long time.” He didn’t actually know the when or the by–whom of it. His first memory was of being exactly as he was now. No carefree childhood for him. He popped into existence and went right to work. It still bothered him sometimes when he allowed it to.
“Why didn’t I
know
?” Her frustrated mutter didn’t seem aimed at him.
He didn’t think she’d meant to let that slip, because if she were human, she wouldn’t be expected to know about their existence.
He decided not to point that out to her. “Each of us has a…talent, but we all have the same goal—to spread chaos in all its interesting forms throughout the universe.” If that didn’t send her sexy feet heading for the door, nothing would.
“What’s your talent?” She stared unblinkingly at him.
Don’t tell her.
And just because he really
didn’t
want her to know,
didn’t
want to see the horror in her eyes,
didn’t
want her to shrink from him, he told her. “I’m in charge of death.” No good could ever come from her thinking kind thoughts about him, so now it would never happen.
She was good. If he wasn’t watching for it, he never would have noticed her flinch, her small gasp, and the clenching of her hands in her lap. Tough lady. Or maybe just stupid. Because no one who knew what he was stuck around long.
“What about Bain? He doesn’t have amber eyes, but he was looking pretty freaky there at the end.” Her hand trembled as she pushed a strand of hair from her face.
“Demon.”
“Oh, crap.” Her soft murmur was the first obvious emotion she’d shown. “Okay,
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