He hadn’t smelled deception on her, but then, his olfactory senses were designed more to pick up on the scent of lust than anything else. And lust was something that rippled off her in subtle undercurrents, often when she was in the middle of hating him. Or when she was beneath him. Welcome to my world, slayer. His own desire pumped through him as he glanced sideways at her in the passenger seat of his BMW. He’d have been attracted to her anyway, but the s’genesis was jerking him around, was making the right side of his face throb, just below the surface of his skin, where the marking would appear when the change was complete. The marking that would identify him to the entire demon world as a menace to all things female, and a threat to all things male. The Change was coming on fast, and he only hoped his experimental treatment would hold off the worst of the effects, or at least make the transition less dangerous and painful. With any luck, he’d find a mate and wouldn’t have to worry about any of it.
