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up, gripped his shoulders and lifted her knee in one swift movement. The contact was more than satisfying. He sucked in a sharp breath, released his hold and fell to his knees.
    “Why don’t you tell me what I am, since you seem to know more than I do,” she snapped.
    He narrowed his eyes, glaring up at her. “Answer me,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
    No one told her what to do. No one. She gripped her skirts, lifted her foot and shoved the heel into his chest with a strength she hadn’t known she’d possessed. She felt no guilt when he flew across the room and hit the floor, only an odd sense of satisfaction. Deep down she knew it was wrong, so very wrong to want to hurt him, knew this wasn’t really her… yet, she couldn’t quite help herself. Their ghostly visitor vanished, apparently disturbed by their violence. How ironic. They’d frightened a ghost.
    Slowly, Devon stood, unfolding his tall body, his gaze pinned to her the entire time. “War it is.”
    She didn’t have time to contemplate his words. Suddenly, Devon was in front of her, his hand on her neck. Somehow the man had disappeared and reappeared in front of her. The shock of that realization gave way to the fact that the air that had so easily moved down her throat only moments ago was slowly dissipating. There was no glee nor guilt in his hard gaze. He would kill her without emotion.
    “You will tell me what you are, or regret it.”
    Frantically, she clawed at his hands, but the man wouldn’t release his hold. Ellie shoved her arms up through his and pushed outward with a strength she sure as hell hadn’t had only moments ago. He released her neck and as he stumbled back, Ellie slammed her fist into his chin. Her knuckles cracked as bone hit bone. The pain she felt was immediate.
    “Crap!” She hopped away, shaking her injured hand as Devon groaned on the floor. Served him right, the ass. She’d given him clothing, shelter and he’d repaid by trying to kill her!
    “You’re telling me you’re merely human?” he hissed through clenched teeth.
    “Of…of course I am.” So why did she pause before responding?
    An odd question that ate at her. Bemused, Ellie sank onto the sofa. Of course she was human… wasn’t she? Then again, she didn’t exactly know where she had come from. The orphanage had no open records and she’d jumped from foster home to foster home. She couldn’t deny that odd things constantly happened to her… She could be from Mars for all she knew. Oh God, what was she?
    Slowly, Devon sat up, his glare centered on her as he rubbed his injured chin. “You can deny it all you like, but you, my love, are most definitely not human.”
     

    Chapter 3

     
    He felt like shite. Complete and utter shite.
    Devon’s body trembled, as if he had no control over his muscles. He couldn’t seem to stop sweating and for one brief moment, when he’d recognized the manor, he’d almost cried like a little lass. His thoughts were a confusing jumble of memories that taunted his rational mind.
    Hell, he was barely holding it together because he knew it must all be an illusion. A sick, tempting illusion. There was no possible way he had been torn from hell and thrown back home, the only place he’d ever known some sort of peace.
    Devon bit back a curse, focusing on the one and only person he could direct his anger, the one and only person who could give him answers. The woman surged from the sofa, watching him warily. Her brown hair had come loose and fell in waves that framed a pale face. A pretty face with full lips and a small, pert nose. But it was her eyes, those moss-green eyes, that held him captive. Eyes that drilled into his soul. Eyes that showed a depth he feared he could drown within.
    Ellie shifted, bracing her legs apart, her hands fisted. She had the stance of a warrior prepared to attack. And she thought she could pass for human? He’d sensed her supernatural aura the moment she’d confronted him in the garden.