She got into the driver's seat and belted herself in while he joined her. She went to start the car, only to realize that in their haste to leave the Charonte, she'd forgotten her keys. "Um, a little help here, please?"
He frowned, then smiled. "Sure."
The car started.
She shook her head as she put it in gear. "You know, as handy as that power is, it could also get you arrested."
The smile he gave her warmed her all the way to her toes. Not to mention she loved the way he smelled... like fresh soap and all man.
"Then I'll be careful of whose motor I start," he said in a devilish tone, indicating that he meant the double entendre she inferred.
"I wish," she whispered under her breath as she backed out of the driveway. She really wished he wasn't starting hers all the time. It was hard to stay on track when her libido was literally drooling in his presence.
At least in the driver's seat she had more to focus on than how much she'd like to take him out of those clothes for a test-drive. Jeez, Danger, stop with the bad car analogies and cliches. You're acting like a slut-puppy, panting after him.
It was true, but she couldn't seem to help herself. He was compelling.
Clearing her throat, she forced her thoughts back to business. "Is there any magical way you can pinpoint where Kyros is right now?"
"I wish, but no. Not without the sfora."
"Why didn't you bring it with you?"
He sighed before he answered. "It's forbidden. It could be very destructive for something that powerful to fall into the wrong hands."
"You think?"
Alexion shook his head and forced himself not to laugh. The last thing he wanted was to encourage her. She had to be the most sarcastic human to ever live. But he found her strangely entertaining.
More than that, he found her invigorating. She was such a welcome change from the monotony that made up his regular life. His world was without color or emotion. It was cold and lonely. She, on the other hand, was vibrant and warm. He wished he could have a part of her to take back to Katoteros with him.
But it could never be.
All too soon, he would return to what he'd been.
And she wouldn't even know that she'd ever met him. He wouldn't even be a faint memory of a dream. All knowledge of the time they were together would be removed from her mind.
But he would remember, and he would miss her always. Strange how that had never happened before. He thought of the Dark-Hunter men he'd spent time with in the past while he judged the others, but there was no regret in not keeping in touch with them.
He'd only just met Danger and already he knew he'd miss her.
How peculiar.
He watched as she handled the car with total precision. For the first time ever, he found himself completely curious about her.
What did she like? What did she hate?
Normally, he asked no personal questions of anyone. After living so long with Acheron, he knew the futility of it. Not to mention, he didn't like getting to know someone he'd have to leave and never see again.
Don't get personal. It would be a mistake of grand proportions.
Still he couldn't listen. "Do you like being a Dark-Hunter?" he asked her before he could stop himself.
Her answer was automatic. "Most days."
"And on the others?" Stop it. But that was easier thought than done. He really did want to know what she thought about everything.
She gave him a winsome smile that made his groin jerk in reaction. She was truly lovely and it wasn't just her looks. There was something infectious about her. It drew him in, making him want something he knew he couldn't have.