"Yes."
Danger was actually surprised she was getting something personal out of him. Hoping for more, she asked, "No one else ever comes to visit?"
"Only Artemis and Urian."
Artemis she knew. "Urian?" Before he could respond, she answered for herself. "Wait. Let me guess. He's 'other.'"
"Yes."
"Is Ash the only non 'other' there?"
His features immediately went blank, as if he were hiding something.
Danger caught herself before she gaped. "Are you telling me Ash is 'other' too?"
"I'm not saying anything about him."
He didn't have to. His omission said it all. She wanted to ask more about what Ash and Simi were, but it had been futile enough tonight. She was rather tired of banging her head against the proverbial wall.
Sighing in defeat, she looked over at her plasma TV, which had had a miraculous recovery while she'd been upstairs. "Did you fix my TV?"
"It only seemed right since I was the one who broke it."
She walked over to it to inspect it. Everything looked normal. As soon as she was in front of it, it came on.
Danger jumped, especially since its remote was lying on the bookshelf in front of her. "How did you do that?"
"Same way I always do it." The television shut off.
She quickly moved away. Just how much power did this guy wield?
He moved to stand behind her. His presence there was disturbing to her well-being. She was more aware of him than she had ever been of any man before. There was something about him that was electrifying and magnetic.
"Don't be afraid of me, Danger," he whispered near her ear. Chills shot through her body. "Unless you threaten Acheron, I will never harm you."
"No, you just intend to harm my friends."
She felt him pick her braid up and hold it close to his face so that he could inhale her scent. "I really wish you wouldn't do that."
"I know." He set her hair down and moved even closer. His presence was overwhelming. Powerful. She could feel his desire to hold her.
Yet he refrained.
Alexion ground his teeth as he imagined what it would be like to pull her flush to his body. To reach around her and cup her breasts in his hands. It would be so easy to slide his hand underneath the waistband of her flannel pajamas... To brush his fingers through the triangle of hair between her legs so that he could stroke her. Touch her. Hear her moaning in his ear as her breath tickled his flesh.
He could already feel the slickness of her.
His mouth watered hungrily for a small taste. Carnal pleasure was the only thing that he could still experience as an immortal with the same degree that he had known as a human. It was why he craved it so much. There for a few minutes, he could forget his icy, lonely existence and feel truly human again.
He could feel connected, almost wanted.
But she didn't want him.
His bitter loneliness tore through him, shredding his heart. It was ever his destiny to want and not have. In many ways, he was Tantalus. He could see what he wanted, but every time he'd ever dared to reach for it, something came along and took it away just as he grasped it.
Damn.
Grinding his teeth, he stepped away from her. He sensed her instant relief and that saddened him even more.