“What are you?” Brigan stilled. Not who, but what. He rocked back on his heels, swallowing his shock, and raised an eyebrow. “That’s an odd question, Catalina.” “But the right one,” she said steadily. He felt his nostrils flare but tucked away any other reaction to this. “We barely know each other,” she continued. “But did it feel like sex with a stranger to you?” Brigan swallowed, hating that the truth slipped so easily free: “No, it did not.”
