She was not human, she was Demi. Not just Demi, but Eshu. Messengers for all realms, the Eshu were one of the most trusted races among the Demis. And the one race he vowed he'd have nothing to do with. He'd locked himself in his room for nearly a week brooding, alternating between disgust and anger. Anger, because after only three hundred and fifty years of existence he'd been marked. The disgust came with the fact that the female who marked him, wanted nothing to do with him. Last night anger won out, and he'd spent the night in the club pounding on other Demis there for fight night, venting his anger. Today, he came to tell his brothers he'd been marked, mated, a fate worse than death, at least as far as he was concerned. He barely trusted the women he considered friends, now he was tied to one he knew nothing about, and to top it all off she was Eshu. His past crowded him, threatened to swamp him. He hated her for that. Leo saw the looks his brothers gave him from the corner of his eye.
