Are those pups aware of her danger?
“I’d better go feed them,” he said rummaging in the cabinet for a couple of doggy meals.
“Thank you.”
“Be right back.”
“I promise not to go anywhere,” she said with a cheeky grin.
When Luc returned, he took up his own meal and resumed his spot against the bedpost. “Now where were we?” he asked.
Grace stared at the plate in her lap. “I could start with where did all this food come from?”
Excellent, the meal was distracting them both. “It’s nothing but some hard cheese and bread. Things easily acquired at the emporium and stored without the need for cooler temperatures.”
Grace raised her head. “You shop for food?”
“Not if I can avoid it, I don’t often venture into Duval Point during a full moon.” He might be hungry and need food, but he still yearned for Grace.
“Then how…?”
“I’m very good at pilfering an item or two at a time, when DeLille receives a shipment for his store.” He lowered his gaze a moment when he made the sheepish confession.
Her brows rose. “You steal?”
“When needs, must. I don’t require much food, since I usually eat only when the moon is full.” He smiled.
“Is that because you are corporeal then?” She tilted her head.
“Almost,” he cautioned. “Technically the moon is only full for one day. However, differences between the gibbous moons on the days either side of the full moon and the actual full moon are invisible to the naked eye. Thus, they seem to be powerful enough for me to be corporeal for the entire three days.”
“You are completely alive for three days every moon cycle.” Her tone was hushed.
“Yes.”
“What are you the rest of the time?” A line formed between her brows.
“Early on, when I was first cursed, my existence varied greatly and not always with the moon. My state of being has been consistent for the last ninety or so years. Any moonlight will make me visible to some degree, but my physical existence is limited to the three days of the full moon. The rest of the time, I am ephemeral,” Luc said.
“That’s why my hand went through your face?” She shivered.
If memory of the sensation unsettled Grace, he didn’t blame her. The feeling unsettled him as well.
“Yes.”
“Do you know what I felt when that happened?” Grace asked, in that same low voice.
“I felt exactly the same thing.” He nodded.
“Oh, my.”
Luc grinned. “Disconcerting, isn’t it.”
“A mild term to describe something that feels like a meteor shower. And…” she grinned. “Nearly as unsettling as watching you eat while you’re naked.”
“Find that disturbing, do you?” He grinned back. Then holding his plate in one hand, he removed the sheet that covered his lower body.
“What other effects do you experience as a result of your curse?” she asked as she bowed her head and addressed her meal.
