Her reaction was unexpected, but at the same time, he knew that she would be displeased. She misunderstood him… Had she never been flirted with before? Chael pushed himself away and up into a sitting position besides her. He tilted his head curiously at her. Without her scars, she was one fine looking animal. There was no reason for any male to not have approached her. At the same time, Chael knew she came from a harsh past, though he couldn’t imagine why she might have been scorned. He recalled the madness he’d seen in her eyes, then. It was possible, he supposed, that whatever cruelty she possessed, had been hated by others. Demons were hated for their cruelty as well.
Her question was difficult for him to answer, but he’d be brutally honest with her, as she was with him. “A mate,” he told her, “but also a companion.” Her disgust was apparent on her face. He tilted his head as she turned away. At her brief pause, Chael stood and trotted behind her, following contently.
It was obvious she knew no games of pleasure. He wondered if she would enjoy anything he could teach her. Playfulness was a trait which he rarely was able to exercise. Living among Demons, it was usually his ability to survive or distract that was tested. Besides, he wasn’t an excellent instructor. He’d never lead a thing in his life and the fact that it was a thought in his head sent him into a spinning internal panic. He locked himself down and lowered his head and ears as he paced after his imprint. He tried to block out the idea, but he was also far too fascinated to dismiss it. His jaw clenched in quiet distress and he withdrew further into his own mind to the point where he was beginning to forget his surroundings.
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