It is in your nature to protect others. You are very different from what I envisioned once I knew you existed.”
Jaxon lifted her head. “Really? Just what was your vision?”
He smiled into her dark eyes. “I have a feeling my answer could get me into trouble. I think I will remain silent.”
“Oh, no, you won’t. You tell me all about this wonder woman.” She thumped his chest for emphasis.
“The women of my race are tall and elegant with long black hair and dark eyes. They would never go hunting a vampire or ghoul or even a madman, especially when asked by their lifemate to stay within a certain area. And before you consider them downtrodden, these women do this because they have complete faith in the ability of their lifemate to protect them. You go rushing out headlong, your first thought for my safety instead of your own. I am the most powerful hunter our people have known, yet you think to save me from one such as a ghoul.” He smiled and reached to kiss away her frown. “I am not complaining, angel. I am merely stating a fact that I have come to understand.”
“Tall? Elegant? What does that mean? What do you mean by ‘elegant’? Just because I’m short doesn’t mean I can’t be elegant. I wear jeans because I like them, and they’re comfortable. Long black hair may be beautiful—it is on you—but there’s nothing wrong with blond hair. Or short hair, for that matter. It’s very practical to care for.” She sounded indignant.
His hand was moving in her hair. He loved her hair, the silky, wild strands that went in every direction. He found himself smiling a