"Now it's your turn to answer a question."
Her eyes were daring him to back down. Knox didn't. "Ask."
"Does anyone know what you are?" He was silent for so long she didn't think he was going to respond.
"Only my sentinels," he finally replied. "Do humans totally satisfy you and your demon?" He didn't expect her to answer that, but she surprised him – as always.
"No," she reluctantly admitted. "Are you really as brutal and unforgiving as everybody says?"
"Yes." If that answer scared her, she didn't show it. "Are you at all afraid of me?"
"Sometimes." She was afraid of her body's response to him, and she would be dumb if she wasn't at least a little unnerved by something so dangerous. "Why are you secretive about what you are?" Because that could give her a clue as to just what he was.
"Our kind fears me enough as it is. They don't need an additional reason." He drummed his fingers on the armrest. "What do you think I am?"
