Chapter 26
Why
****BPOV
"I don't fucking regret killing him. I just wish I'd done it slower."
He was unlike anything they'd ever sent or shown me before. Stoic, dark...
Beautiful.
I clamped down on that, confused. Sure, the guy...thing next to me was physically gifted. I'd have to be blind not to see that. But they'd all been gorgeous.
None like him. And they'd all been pathetic, disgusting demons in disguise.
He's different. He'd...killed for me. Not because he had to protect me or, like the others before, because he was trying to impress me.
"Thank you," I whispered, my mind racing. It was quickly becoming clear to me that I just couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from his fucking face.
He was shocked. I could see it. For a moment his eyes flashed from green to hazel, making me gape. It happened so quick I thought I'd almost imagined it, and then they were back to that odd green that seemed to be unrealistic.
"You're...you're thanking me?" he whispered.
I tried so hard to ignore how intriguing his voice was. How different. It was tinted with an accent I had definitely never heard before.
"Yes. With him dead, I'm now..."
"Free of his stain," he growled lowly, seemingly angry. Angry at what Demotrix had done to me. Markonius had said Edward was the 'real deal' but...
I couldn't help myself. I had to know. Leaning closer, I didn't miss the way he tensed. But it was his scent that had me almost shaking all over again. Just like the hallway.
Pushing it all back I opened my mouth to ask him, too late catching how husky my voice was sounding.
"But...why did you do it?"