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it. You are not the seasoned warrior you once were. You have lived the way of a human for far too long to stand alone against a threat such as them.”
    “Says you,” added Keonae, knowing he hadn’t just withdrawn from the fight and lost his edge. If anything, he worked harder, trained harder, and spent more time preparing for a battle that may never come. The blood thirst that had once been his driving force was no more. That had been beaten out of him and died the day his world changed forever. But upon reflection, he knew it would make him a better warrior. One who could stand against a foe and not allow the thrill of the kill be what guided his actions.
    Rossi lifted his beer. “We first assumed they were making a move upon you, trying to draw us out, but then new information came to light—they seek a woman.”
    Keonae wasn’t following. “What would they want with a human woman? They have never been known to show an interest in this realm before. When they ruled supreme, the portals were banned. What has changed?”
    “That, we do not know,” Sachin said, leaning back in his chair. “It is troublesome. They show the females of our realm no mercy when they capture one, so think of what horrors they could inflict upon a human woman. Consider allowing the guards to be placed near you. It would set all our minds at ease. Should the vultures make a move upon you, they will be able to assist.”
    Keonae flinched at the thought of the enemy getting their hands on a human woman. They were ruthless, and if they had human women in their sights, something was very wrong. Keonae had become protective of the humans to some degree, feeling as though he was part of them now, even though he doubted highly that any human would accept what he was. Should they realize he could sprout wings and fly, they would probably shoot him first and then examine his dead remains later. Humans were like that.
    Except for one human female he found himself very drawn to. The idea of the vultures being anywhere near Lark set him on edge. The urge to stand and seek her out was strong, but just then, she came to him. His heart fluttered and he had to temper his breathing to avoid alerting his companions to just how much the woman meant to him.

Chapter Three

    The door from the main area of the bar opened and Lark appeared, carrying a tray full of beers. Her long, blonde hair was pulled up haphazardly, falling in sexy, loose sections around her face. She stood tall for a human female, just under six feet with her heeled boots on. He liked that. Liked knowing there was a chance he could fuck her while standing. Not that he’d done more than converse with her to date. Still the fantasy remained, always lingering just below the surface, teasing him. Jeans fit her long legs and hugged her tight ass, only serving to turn him on more.
    She’d only been working at the bar for about four weeks, and in that time Keonae found himself frequenting the place more than previously. Nearly nightly to be exact. He craved her, wanting to simply occupy the same space as she. Lark had a softness that made him want to wrap her in his arms and protect her. And she enjoyed talking with him, though he knew not why. He was hardly a man of interest, yet she seemed to hang on his every word, as he did hers. She had a certain pull over him, one he didn’t necessary like, but one he couldn’t deny.
    He was attracted to her in a way he’d not been attracted to a woman in nearly a century. He normally had no problem telling a woman if he wanted to fuck her. With Lark, however, he had issues even allowing her to see him in any sort of direct light, fearful she’d do as every woman did when seeing him in full light for the first time.
    Flinch and recoil.
    There had been a time, long ago, when women spoke of how handsome he was, how attractive. He was now hideous—a scarred mess of a man who had wanted nothing more than to hide away in the human realm and leave the past