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found them irresistibly. No, give him a woman
with padding on her bones, a woman he wouldn't break if he got a
little...rough in bed. Or against a wall. Or across a car hood.
    *
    Despite his dark and brooding bad boy image
Cy turned out to be highly articulate and an excellent dinner
partner. He also knew how to use the cutlery and didn't slurp his
soup as some of the other diners appeared to assume given the looks
they shot towards the couple's table. Teresa sighed. Some people
just couldn't see past appearances.
    "So..." she said after the waiter left their
table with the dessert order. Nothing for Cy and, of course, Death
by Chocolate for her. They seemed to be getting on so she felt
comfortable asking a question which was a little more personal.
"What are all the tattoos about? You have a fair few and they don't
seem to be the normal 'love/hate' tattoo's you see. They're
actually quite beautiful..."
    She trailed off at his suddenly set look.
From a charming conversationalist he suddenly clammed up and went
quiet, his expression wary. He didn't answer as a small party
walked past them towards a table at the back of the restaurant.
    Realising her blunder she dabbed at her lips
with her napkin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
    He shook his head. "No, you're not prying.
I...don't talk about them much." His voice was quiet and careful.
Teresa frowned.
    "Are you embarrassed about them, is that why?
You know you can get tattoos removed these days? Laser surgery I
think they use."
    "No!" His reaction was as sharp as it was
emphatic. The fingers of his left hand rubbed almost protectively
over the knuckles of the other. "I'm not embarrassed about them at
all..." He looked at her curiously. "You really don't realise do
you?"
    "Realise what?"
    His lips quirked into a small smile that
ignited the fire that had been simmering all night. She shivered
and looked away, unable to hold his gaze. Within seconds though,
she was looking back at him, as though the sight of him was
magnetic.
    "That I'm not human."
    "You're not? Why, what are you then?"
    Her look of surprise was so complete that,
had it been any other subject they were discussing Cy would have
laughed. But it wasn't any subject. It was him. What he was.
Something he rarely discussed with anyone. Most of the people he
kicked about with were paranormals, were part paranormal or had
been around the scene long enough to realise what he was without
asking.
    Despite the clans trying to clean their acts
up there was still a large amount of discrimination against Pixies.
They were known as the thugs of the paranormal world. A reputation
not entirely undeserved. Pixie clans or pixies in general, could be
nasty as all hell.
    He took a deep breath and looked at her. "I'm
a Pixie. From upstate but my clan...let's just say I don't have
much in the way of family anymore." Cy tried to keep his voice
level but fell short of the mark. No matter how much he tried, the
loneliness and bitterness he felt at his exile always crept into
the words. Someone as sensitive as Teresa was bound to pick up on
it.
    "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." She reached
over and touched his hand gently, her dark eyes sincere. Then she
smiled. "So, pixies? What...like on toa—"
    Cy moved like lightening. His finger on her
lips stopped her sentence instantly. "Please, no toadstool jokes.
I'd have to spank you," he joked, his eyes warm. Teresa wasn't
entirely sure whether he was joking or not but just the idea of
being spanked sent a shiver through her. In fact, the idea of his
hand anywhere on her sent fire racing through her veins.
    "Careful," she threw back, growing more
confident in the light teasing and flirting. It was a minor miracle
in itself since Mario had done such a good job on trashing her self
confidence. "I might enjoy it and then where would you be?"
    "Oh, you'd enjoy it. So would I," he
breathed, tracing the outline of her lips with a gentle finger. The
blue of his eyes darkened to navy, the look in them