Felix frowned.
“What about my eyes?”
“They changed color,” she whispered.
“They’re blue.”
“No,” she shook her head. “They flashed black. I saw.”
“They did not,” he said.
“Look, I don’t know what you’re playing at,” she said, “but that frightened me.”
“Somehow, I have the feeling that not much scares you,” he pointed out.
“Fine,” she shrugged, “I don’t really care if your eyes change color or not. What are you?”
“What do you mean?”
He’d never been asked such a question before. What was he? What he was was slightly pissed off. He’d just been on his normal, ordinary walk around the island. He hadn’t planned on running into anyone. He certainly hadn’t planned on running into a woman who seemed intent on bothering him and his cat.
“Are you a demon?”
“No.”
“Fallen angel?”
“No.”
“Mage?”
“No.”
“What are you, then?”
“I’m human.”
“I don’t think so,” she crossed her arms over her chest, but the gesture pushed her breasts up, and Felix’s eyes went straight to them.
“Nice,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for. He hadn’t asked for today. He hadn’t asked for her. He hadn’t done anything to be intriguing to her. He certainly didn’t need someone like this bothering him or invading his space.
“It’s fine. Look, I can tell you don’t really want me here.”
The scent of hurt washed over his nostrils.
He’d wounded her, and he hadn’t meant to.
Well, shit.
“Is there something I can do for you?” Felix asked her.
She probably needed a place to stay.
“Yeah, I’m looking for a witch.”