Page 56 of Devil’s Snare

I thought I would cry. I didn’t.

Joy filled my chest and expanded my lungs. Gratitude for the years I had with her. So many emotions smashed together inside me, but I embraced them all.

When I turned to Cin, his eyes were glowing. Just like the night we met as I sat beside Becka’s grave. The iridescent green reminded me of a predatory animal. Lethal. A killer.

I knew he was capable. Had learned that very thing a few moments ago. But as I stared, I realized he was focusing on the grave. “You feed off the dead.” The words tumbled from my lips in surprise.

It wasn’t a question.

“Well, you got it backward. Mostly it’s the living.”

I swallowed so loudly that the whole cemetery could have heard me had it been filled with anyone actually breathing air.

“Who? What are you?”

Part of me wondered if he was some supernatural being, like a vampire or a shifter. I certainly read about enough of them in my spicy romance books. Cin mostly visited me at night. I rarely saw him during the day, and those times were brief.

“Someone with a connection to nature. With gifts that help to protect the forest and cemetery.”

“And traveling by headstones?”

“A gift to the members of my club.”

“I don’t know what to say.” I really didn’t.

“Do you believe me?”

Searching his glowing eyes, I realized I did. My heart understood what my mind had trouble grasping. Cin wasn’t fully human. A little part of him was a creature.

Or maybe a god.

“I do.”

His eyes continued to glow as he slid an arm around my waist and tugged my body flush with his. “You continue to please me.”

“And make you hard,” I gasped as he rolled his hips and pressed his erection against me. “Why do we always seem to meet at night?”

“I prefer the night, and it’s Omen’s domain. For him, I chose that time to help guard the cemetery and surrounding property. It belongs to the club.”

“And the symbol on your neck?”

“A branding and mark of my allegiance.”

“One more question. Okay, maybe three more.”

Cin’s mouth stretched into a wide smile. “Ask.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

A light laugh rumbled up his chest. “Blue. The color of your eyes.”

“Favorite food?”

“Anything spicy.”

I took a deep breath, hoping he answered the one I wanted to know the most. “Your real name?”

“Liam Strong.”