Kyle 's pupils had narrowed and darkened, not through an attempt to intimate, or further Zai, but from the intensity of his own emotions. How long was it since he 'd sat across the table from a woman, and just talked; that was a woman he didn 't intend on torturing and to make her scream and beg for mercy as she took the blames for every vile and disgusting act of emotional betrayal that had been perpetrated on him by her kind? Too long. And as he spoke of murder, and the connection between their pain, the man senses another connection as well. A sexuality the woman exuded as she spoke, and the expression in her deep brown eyes, no longer the pits to hell he 'd previously seen, and still filled with hatred, but there was more. What it was, he couldn 't define, and whether he was searching for something that didn 't exist. A connection greater than their combined grief, and wish for revenge, and to act has her protector? A longing that …show more content…
Eden is too small, and the concentration of people is much greater there. " His eyes had followed hers, and as she 'd shifted, the murderer had also prepared himself to depart. He finished the dregs of what remained in the coffee mugh, slipped his wallter from his pocket, and threw down a ten dollar bill; a nice tip for the waitress; then stood with her, realising against how small and petite she was as they exited the resataurant and he took in her scent in the cool early evening air. So different from the others, the one 's who flaunted and displayed their bodies, and craved male attention so bad they 'd leave their morals on the floor along with their panties. Momentarily Kyle wondered if Azairah D 'Amici was aware of just how attractive she was, and when the last time she was held and kissed by a man. However, those musings were quickly pushed aside, as he recalled Cole Douglas, and his friends, and the pleading, pained tone of her words as she begged him not to let him