Urian was the first to recover himself. “Damn, big sister. Had no idea you could sing like that.”
Clearing her throat, she appeared embarrassed as she stepped away from Falcyn. “I don’t do it often.”
He caught her hand before she could leave him entirely. Falcyn wanted to say something to her. To tell her what that had meant to him. How much she’d touched him in a way no one had before.
But words failed him completely. He didn’t want to cheapen it with something so trivial as empty words people spoke to each other without meaning.
All he could do was stare up into those dark eyes, hard and aching, unsure and lost. In that moment, he realized exactly how inhuman he was.
How human he wanted to be.
For her. That realization terrified him to a level he’d never dreamed of.
She’s a Daimon.
No, not a Daimon. An Apollite. Technically, she’d never converted over into the parasitic beast that had to prey on human souls in order to live. Her mother had saved her from that nightmare fate.
Thus the true tragedy of her life. The humans had attacked her and her family when they hadn’t been Daimons. Neither Medea nor her husband or child had ever harmed a human being. According to Urian, they’d been dedicated members of the Cult of Pollux—Apollites who took oaths whereby they swore to harm no human and to die as Apollo intended, peacefully on their twenty-seventh birthdays.
Innocent victims to man’s inhumanity and fear.
At the time of her death, Medea hadn’t known how to fight or protect herself. Had never tasted human blood or violence of that nature. She’d been wholly unprepared for what they’d done to her. What they’d done to her child.
It wasn’t fair. But then nothing in life ever was. He of all beings knew that.
Life preyed on the weak. It preyed on the strong. But at least the strong could fight back. They could weather the hell that rained down on them. The weak were seldom so fortunate.
In one heartbeat everything had changed for Medea. Her innocence had died a most brutal death. And she’d been baptized in the blood of her family.
Life made victims of everyone. Without mercy. Or compassion. It spared none.
Rising to his feet, he enveloped her in his arms, wanting to shelter her there. To keep her safe from any harm, as she’d done him. That was what his kind did. It was how they showed affection.
Not with words.
With action.
“Um… Falcyn?”
Blaise laughed at Medea’s tone. “What’s my brother doing?”
“Holding me in an awkwardly tight manner. It’s very strange.”
“But is he sitting on you?”
“No…” Medea stretched the word out. “Why? Should I be worried?”
“Well, it means he’s not trying to hatch you. Yet. That’s always a bonus.”
“Stop,” Falcyn growled. “Both of you.” He tightened his arms around her an instant before he let go. “I was only saying thank you for helping me.”
Medea smiled in spite of herself. “You’re welcome.” Biting her lip, she watched as he ambled back toward her brother. Whom he summarily took a playful swipe at.
Damn, he was exceptionally handsome.
And she despised the fact that she noticed. Hated how edible his ass was in those tight black jeans.
Normally, she didn’t really pay attention to such things, except in passing. Yet the longer she was around Falcyn, the more she was seeing how gorgeous he was and the harder it was getting to dismiss it.
