responded.
“Get out .” Izzy pointed back to the front door.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Either you come with me, or I make myself comfortable on your couch. Either way, I’m not allowed to leave your side, not until we get your luck back from Zander.”
“I don’t need a sitter, and I don’t believe in luck,” she said, opening the front door and expectantly awaiting his removal from her house.
“ Really ? Do you run out into oncoming traffic often? Do you trip on a regular basis? Does your showerhead come flying off the wall and knock your head? Do you usually fall going up the stairs and cut yourself on canned cat food?”
Uriah had filled him in on the night’s events, but Izzy looked pissed as he recited her misfortunes. She wasn’t generally a clumsy individual, but it had been a rough twelve hours.
“How do you know any of that?” she asked sharply.
“Uriah spent the night watching over you. He filled me in.”
“He was spying on me?” she yelled at Bain.
Bain lifted a shoulder in response. Izzy was irritated. She wasn’t a hostile person, but this immortal was an accelerant to her anger. Every time he spoke or even looked at her, she felt her temper grow. He was arrogant, demanding, and so hot, it fit him perfectly. He was a languid, sexy creature stretched out on her couch, the cream suede a perfect backdrop to his all-black attire—a black, fitted t-shirt hugged a set of chiseled muscles, and a pair of black cargo pants that hinted to the perfection they hid from her sight. The fact that she noticed these things just added fuel to her irritation.
Izzy slammed the front door, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere, and headed back to the kitchen. Pulling the first aid kit out from under the sink, she flipped it open. Riffling through its contents, she pulled out some antiseptic and a Band-Aid.
“So sweetheart , how about I fix up that cut for you, and you get that bag packed so we can go.”
Izzy didn’t lift her head, but still answered. “I already told you no. Just like I told your friend… Uriah, wasn’t it?”
Bain nodded.
Izzy lifted her gaze to see the smooth nod of Bain’s head, which caused the silky tresses of his blond hair to wisp over his forehead. He pulled off a masculine air while still being way to pretty for anyone’s own good. His hair was a little long and messy, but she guessed he spent hours making it look that way, and with the rising sun streaming into her kitchen, he looked more like a fallen angel than anything else.
“Well , like I told Uriah last night, I’m not going anywhere with you guys.”
Bain studied her; yeah , she really wasn’t planning on going anywhere. The stubborn set of her jaw proved that. But Bain was sure he’d have her convinced here shortly. A smug smile pulled his lips as he thought of all the things he’d convince this beautiful human to do, but first, he needed to stop the bleeding.
Bain walked over to Izzy and took her hand in his. He lifted it to his mouth, blowing softly on the cut, as he kept his eyes locked on hers. The skin knitted back together, sealing it and eventually fading, leaving her olive skin unmarred, perfect, and smooth. Izzy pulled her hand back and inspected her flesh. She hadn’t watched it heal. She’d felt it tingle and the pain reside, but she had been too mesmerized by the glowing violet eyes that belonged to the creature that had invaded her space, and life, and had some obviously very cool and useful tricks up his sleeve.
“What are you?” she breathed.
“Didn’t Uriah tell you?” Bain asked as he folded his muscled arms across his chest and leaned against the counter.
Izzy took a minute to look over the mass of a man in her kitchen ; he made it feel small. She’d never felt so claustrophobic in her own home, but this man was huge, towering at a good six-foot-three to her five-foot-five and outweighing her by at least ninety-five pounds, probably coming in somewhere around two