"I don't know what to . . . to think." There was a horrifying burn of tears crawling up my throat. "This is all overwhelming for you, I imagine. The whole world as you know it is on the brink of great change, and you're here and don't even know my name." The man smiled so broadly, I wondered if it hurt. "You can call me Rolland." Then he extended a hand. My gaze dropped to it and I made no attempt to take it. Rolland chuckled as he turned and strolled back to the desk. "So, you're a hybrid? Mutated and linked to him on such an intense level that if one of you dies, so does the other?" His question caught me off guard, but I kept quiet. He sat on the edge of the desk. "You're actually the first hybrid I've seen." "She really isn't anything special." The redhead sneered. "Frankly, she's rather filthy, like an unclean animal." As stupid as it was, my cheeks heated, because I was filthy, and Daemon had just physically removed me from him. My pride--my everything--was officially wounded. Rolland chuckled. "She's had a rough day, Sadi." At her name, every muscle in my body locked up, and my gaze swung back to her. That was Sadi? The one Dee said was trying to molest Daemon--my Daemon? Anger punched through the confusion and hurt. Of course it would have to be a freaking walking and talking model and not a hag. "Rough day or not, I can't imagine she cleans up well." Sadi looked at Daemon as she placed a hand on his chest. "I'm kind of disappointed." "Are you?" Daemon replied. Every hair on my body rose as my arms unfolded. "Yes," she purred. "I really think you can do better. Lots better." As she spoke, she trailed red-painted fingers down the center of his chest, over his abdomen, heading straight for the button on his jeans. And oh, hell to the no. "Get your hands off him." Sadi's head snapped in my direction. "Excuse me?" "I don't think I stuttered." I took a step forward. "But it looks like you need me to repeat it. Get your freaking hands off him." One side of her plump red lips curled up. "You want to make me?" In the back of my head, I was aware that Sadi didn't move or speak like the other Luxen. Her mannerisms were too human, but then that thought was quickly chased away when Daemon reached down and pulled her hand away. "Stop it," he murmured, voice dropped low in that teasing way of his. I saw red. The pictures on the wall rattled and the papers on the desk started to lift up. Static charged over my skin. I was about to pull a Beth right here, seconds away from floating to the ceiling and ripping out every strand of red-- "And you stop it," Daemon said, but the teasing quality was gone from his words. There was a warning in them that took the wind right out of my pissed-off sails. The pictures settled as I gaped at him. Being slapped in the face would've been better."