Immortal with Scars (Population #3)

by Elizabeth Stephens

This red-haired human with a name that is nonsensical may be the weakest creature on this planet and I am the strongest one. I cannot be aroused by her, least of all by her dirty hand that makes me hallucinate madness. Her. In the jungle. Naked. Reaching for my hand. Me. Following in a silence that is spellbinding. Her. Smiling. Me. Lost.

I become suddenly very aware of my swordstick in my coat and desire very, very much to free it. How easy it would be to slaughter every soul in this room and just be done with it. Irritation plagues me. Hmm… That is…unusual.

Purpose and history are the only things that keep him from kneeling at my feet. Temptation tickles me in ways it never has. I could rule all of them. Tear the Tare down. Create a new world order — No. No…

Her gaze meets mine and I see ferocity and defiance and I feel…like crushing her. I reel from the thought and frown. In three thousand years, never have I ever let myself stray to baser whims, fantasies of murder are for the weak who lack the tools to seize their own power and honor themselves through more civilized means.

I open the door a little wider and step away from it, moving closer to…my girl. Yes. My girl. She kissed me, so she is mine. Is that not how this works? I haven’t anyone to ask and, even if I did, wouldn’t care to hear a contrary answer.

I don’t suppose I’ve considered these humans much beyond their ineptitudes, but I’m looking harder now.

Her gaze knowingly snags on Candy, but I…don’t like the way she looks at her. Why should she be so surprised that I might have an interest in her? She is magnetic, resilient and beautiful especially when she falls asleep with her hand on my bare chest, her fingertips curling into my skin, wanting to be close, wanting me…

She’s smiling more honestly now than she was, wavering a little on her feet. She’s so fucking cute I can’t stand it.